Wave only to things that cannot
return your goodbye.
Airplanes falling into the sky,
the unsuspecting would-be loves of your life,
bus stops,
the scowling eyes that clog the mirrors
as the gypsy cab howls off into the fog,
bundles of evergreen trees flipping the clouds
off like there is no tomorrow. Things like that.
If you do so, I can promise that you will never know
the hurt of staring into uncertainty.
And with that, adieu is bid.
