Never Any Good

This is the last time.
I was never any good at these goodbyes.
An angel sighs deep in the skies.
And I weep as if there were
no other thing that I could do.

Microcosms of life are retracted.
The real estate agent
was blasted to hell yesterday.
For the veils were left open
and my mother had her say.
The last, at last, before she
really deigned to go away.
And I weep for there's no other thing to do.

The fright, the spite, the midnight hours
wandering in flight from what was real.
One heart-felt hug I always knew was true.
And all the hurt and all the shame
step lightly o'er her sodden grave.
It's over now. There's nothing left
to make the words seem right again.
And I weep for there's no other thing to do.
I was never any good at these goodbyes...

? Michaelette ?

11/1/2004
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