I Bid Farewell,
With best wishes; Good lucks; You will be fines.
The subject of memory, the consequence of time.
To have grown up with the world, heartstrings tugged afar.
Heartwrought pacts written in lightness of dawn, that fade into dusk and sunk into muddy tar.
But today I pledge and today I honor,
the moments spent, the troubled pains.
These i somberly relish, not knowing the paths b’crossed again.
Inked as short inscriptions into the annals of the mind.
Old tales whispered from neural crevasses that none will ever find.
These I scrawl on sepia parchment with a heart under reticent duress.
Succinct as it should be. Not a second more and not a moment less.
Til we meet again at that wedding or the funeral.
Tis hard to wish for the next
serendipitous travel.
Commentary: on meeting a really old school friend, who I was very unlikely to meet again. Expresses a general sombreness of having close friends living abroad