Goodbye

That he made me an ordinary unknown identity Neither mystical nor unique As one amongst the ordinary lot Aware that most of the guests attending the posh do Raise their chins and reluctantly say hello to me In the split second, drops the chin and whisks away Believe me, I neither blush nor feel hurt Because I am, what I am Not a dish prepared on special order Some may even call it the leftover But for the long-standing unfulfilled desires Between you and me over the invisible hot wires To honor the dignity of the sacred love Keep always an honorable distance Just look at me with your sparkling eyes Silently conveying without opening the lips Solemnly and silently, just shrug your shoulders A pure simple graceful gesture Yet most of the time tearful Fair thy well… Goodbye Goodbye 07 January 2023 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24