Goodbye
I bid in you adieux,
farewell, neverender
pain-spring well source
The pain swells
suddenly Stephanie
poetry instead of wine
purging people
instead of facing realities -
a bridge across time
back to those days
you wish it wasn’t
that you weren’t
but you are, and it’s yours
to kill or love or explore
maybe all 3, in a different order
first the death
then the pain
now our birth.
