Next Time

Vintage Words


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


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.








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