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.
Copyright © Philip T. G. | Year Posted 2016
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