We walked down the three flights,

And in the entrance

said goodbye.

Mumbling pretenses

of well wishes.

Exchanging promises

to keep in touch.


What we knew

to be our last touch.

Tearful eyes,


To each other.

Three flights,

Leading to the


Of our final


Sara Lazarus is a former nurse educator with JFK Medical Center in Edison and a member of the Bridgewater Writing Group. She enjoys acting with the Magic Mirror Players, a volunteer improv group at RWJ-Somerset.

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