You became a child again
saying that a kiss
would bring
a last undying spring.
And all you hadn’t had
til then.
You were called
by someone
who left behind all
others so only
you would matter.
While you were
loved by someone
who’d gave you less than
than that til then.
You were loved
by someone who wanted
you to love him
yet let the word goodbye
become a
gift for you to leave him.
And more than all
he’d given.
You became a child again
on the verge of laughing
on the verge of crying
As I became
a vagabond
wishing you goodbyes
And whatever had
been promised then,
lost with this departing.