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 tears

a heart muscle.


This is a song of great joy

wishing you wellness and 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

but life abducts time

and other friends drew lots

and won the rights to

your existence.








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