Homeward Bound

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then, moves on.
-Carl Sandburg

Homeward bound, I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
-Paul Simon

And so Gordy has moved on. While I was in a meeting in another part of the building, he went off to a new home with one of my coworkers.

And I feel that in some small way, I did something good.

But I wish I could have said goodbye.