Auf Wiedersehen

Our love had ran rampant, stretched out thin, Like the neck of an old green absinthe bottle. She was here, and I there. She said this, and I said that. Oh! Oh, how she teased. One day, she’d be near, But not near enough. This kind of game makes a Man lose his mind, like a child loses their Coloured pencils in the bottoms of their backpacks. I sat down in a coffee shop one morning, while The dew was still on the grass, and I waited for A short while. She was scheduled to make An appearance, and we were to end this Bizarre charade - this hide and seek game. Not a chance, I thought after a while. I strolled out, and down the lane, Snaking my way to the bridge. I looked out over the Thames, Sighed, and shrugged my shoulders. "Auf wiedersehen", I whispered, Turning on my heels to depart. There’d be plenty of coffee shops, And plenty of girls To wait in them for.