Good Bye


Remember the old drunk at your church
Who elbowed me on the ribs
And muttered something I undestood not?
You said he meant he wanted to talk to God
I returned his with mine and said “Me too…”


You slipped away through the exit,
Slowed down your gait and threw a faint smile.
As the train moaned my way back home, I tried
In vain to make it out; but when the afternoon
Shuddred and yielded to the cold evening,
Away faded my expectation. Like your name
That I had fingered down on the frosty train window,
You were the one I feared who was leaving.

(Zala-Bp 1992-1994)

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Good Bye