The Flight

Funny indeed, the bits and pieces

of artsy conversations I hear of you

here and there, somehow somewhere

And I laugh, in despondence.

Abated, even ignorance denied

Metamerism, as if a catalysis in a reaction

it stirs in me, a jolt of many accords

How much, time flies, and voids become the walls

with no mercy, un-porous resilient boundaries etched

crowning the end of what was Us.

Let the blaze quell, it's slime

and I shall forget you, said Neruda to me

as you have forgotten me,

And I shall sway my arms out at the sky

and fly away, high.. high..

As I bade you, Goodbye..