A Kiss Goodbye
Life has a way of leaving us
in the summative tapping of time
Corkscrewing astern
like marionettes in reverse
Strung to the last deadwood cry
Life has a gift for forgetting us
in drifting flits of sleepy breeze
Keeling over and over
like capsized bathtub toys
Unmoored in raging, listless seas
Leaving is life's way of lulling us
in plaintive lappings of the tide
Wending willy-nilly
like rain in unavailing squalls
Kissed austerely goodbye
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