Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Sayounara II

to all that could have been
but never was or will

this is goodbye
to our communion
verses composed
short kisses
expressing endearing pecks

so long...
to immortal tunes and Jackie's songs
too many to remember
to our generous laughter
at your theater call for impersonation

to "let me take this; it's her"
bathroom calls
long enough to occupy extracting
bit pieces coconut from a fruit bar
just to keep cooly quiet

so long to cribbing
goodbye to your woman
holding you down
while I keep you comfortably up
nights reserved for two

so long to ten minutes away
caffine, cigarettes and my whiskey
the black butterfly netted is now free
to flutter...
with each delicate wing a wave Sayounara

© 2011 Lepadah

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