There is no home like place
Where every smile has a face
Distant grows the fondest heart
Soon it yearns to be apart
When every fake is just a smile
We’ve all been on the make a while
Fighting for a place back home
Where we can eat and drink alone
Provided nothing is completed
Can I retire undefeated?
Softer grows the strongest heart
My angel, I don’t know my part.
This is no goodbye, my friend.
This is just a brief respite
From the ritual distancing
That becomes our life.
Do not say goodbye, my friend.
Our silent parting will defy
The future’s awkward silences
We will leave behind.
We are still alive, my friend,
And in among the routine deaths
You and I are still the ones
Who are laying down the wreaths.
This is just a kiss goodnight, my friend.
You will wake up in the morning
And I will be there with your tea.
And you will wonder why I stand in silence
My gaze retreating from its distant sea.
– o –
The sun is shining. The sky blue. The autumn air crisp.
How do I feel?
Your status updates blow about like fragments of successful living.
How do you do?
When did we talk?
When did you open up your heart and bare your mind?
When did we start assuming,
And observing from afar
With all that clandestine disinterest
Through dessicated templates that we claimed to have discarded
When did you last unbutton that horrific straitened jacket
And show your bare white skin?
Is it so long ago, you leant towards me
Your lips tempting me with your unbuttoned blouse?
When will you stop pretending I’m not here
As I stand here right in front of you,
Too monstrous to acknowledge,
Naked and awkward?
Are you feeling awkward?
Well, how do you do?
– 0 –