Farewell.

Goodbye.

Thanks for the memories.

Now I am the only soul who knows, recalls

Those heady days

When laughter ruled.

 

My whining-weeping-choking bothered you and justly so.

You went about your job with dignity, as always, with such class.

Life ends.  You knew in blood and bones.

Literally.

 

So you took care of your farewells.

House. Car.  Your books and photographs,

Our record–all dispersed.

You, waiting in the hospice, phoning me,

Your absent friend, to say you’re leaving.

 

Permanently

Our world–the one of cars with faulty gears

And morning push-starts from the hill,

Breath blowing brighter than the car’s exhaust.

 

I cannot cope with such a rending of my heart:

No sound without an ear to hear

Just like a memory for one.

What’s past has gone away.