A Novel Season

You said, ‘move on’ As it is a new season This sounds like a Kafkaesque novelty This is an ungodly form of hypocrisy Suffused with a boisterous rudeness Ingratitude can only brings sadness You forgot about the awesomely beautiful memories You’re now a ruthless omen imbued with ruses Still, every day should be a new season A new hour to enthrall or to beckon It’s a shame that you’ve changed style And your behavior is now odd and vile I will move on as suggested Yet, I know that memories can never be deleted Erased or obliterated. You’re forever indebted As I am obliged ad vitam aeternam to cherish you, my friend Sorry that you’re no longer in need of a helping hand Remember that the past is important The present is interesting and tomorrow Or the future will be an amalgam of joy and sorrow This is a novel season I have bravely moved on And you are cowardly in contempt. Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.