FAREWELL
FAREWELL
Cubes of butter, pieces of dried up paper
Hands cleaning the burnt stove
Sponge, and oil
Never boils
Farewell to man wearing a black suit
Who wrapped his fingers in a freezing washed cable
Farewell to the woman in that pink dress
Using perfume to smell like a welsh candle
Farewell to young boy
Reading the dictionary, learning the words
Out of his mind
Bones ache, he cries it hurts
That’s how many words that boy can handle
Farewell to the young girl who was laying on her left side
Drawing a pictures of her favorite cloud
No words, nor even sounds
Each day will get bigger
Farewell to all who can see
My heart burns for the farewell
The only gift I would leave
Is a bird with bluish feathers
Flying on the soft cement
To let me be free
The moon will be warm
As the Sun freezes the filth
That brought me out this house that I didn’t built
Like a mouse starving for guilt
Searching for what I can achieve
Farewell to me and for what I’ve done
I may be gone for now
But the beginning has just begun.