Goodbye
She's making love to him as though he'll
pay her with love he would have given
her in the lost years.
She's baking a fruit cake she saw
in a cookery book. It's the best she's
ever made. She knows he likes it.
She's taking out the garbage. Usually
they sleep all Saturday mornings,
and assume the garbage people
will somehow open the locked
kitchen door, and take out the garbage.
Her suitcase is about to burst;
Her flight ticket is at her dressing table;
Her nails are well made and glossed;
Her taxi is about to reach the gate....
She's about to tell him "Goodbye" for good.....
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