Farewells can be so odd
Awkward almost
Unlike burying
These treasures in your heart
Before you go
Can I hand you a torch
To guide you
Tell you a story
To bide you on
Your journey
A ripened pear
Soft on your lips
Warmed once riding in your bag
Wound round your hips
Traveled nourishingly
With you
On your boat
Or saddled to your horse
However you choose to roam
Voyage off or gallop out
There will always be a mattress waiting
A see through curtain draped about
Loosely round the bedposts
I’ll gift the finest kiss goodbye to you
But I am best at my hellos
© GÄ
Poétique 