Next Time

.

Harder each time to say
fair winds. Another person
gone, like a fading memory
once vivid, once visited
often.

.

I say, “Next time!” before
the rains come, before
the pain of knowing

so much about your need

to go to other spaces. 

This is a song of great joy
wishing you wellness

security, arms to hold you,

many kisses day or night.

.

The mind loses sight like a

blind eye turned to history

that had a full fling when we

were young.

.
Then life abducted time
and other friends drew lots

and won the rights to

your existence.

.

Lady A

10-08-12

217p

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