Saying Goodbye

Nov 13

What if I’m too late
and we can’t say goodbye
what if I’m busy building life
while yours is crumbling down
trying to remember
staring at pictures in frames
matching faces with names
that are fluttering lost
in a different corner of your brain

But I remember
when I used to sit on your knee
licking the foam from your beer
how we ran through your garden
while you were aggravating someone
preferably your daughters
but never me