Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache
that Soup relationships are both close and remote?
I have missed your small-boxed faces,
your writes and presence on my pages.
I wonder if other soup pals also ponder
the restrictions our bonds form under.
I recall the joys of our hellos and ‘getting to knows’
But ‘byes and why-gone words’ are silent blows.
It must be a new age emotional feeling
the internet brought into being
so people everywhere could connect.
Dog-gone-it, doesn’t connect
sound inept?
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I know her through the cheap hellos,
shared taxi cabs, subways below,
strolling in the fresh fruit aisle,
shared bench for lunch, a sidewalk smile,
but not like I knew my sisters,
their blistered toes, and bathroom woes,
heartaches from a stolen kiss,
and sorrows from our dead parents.
We old neighbors have been pleasant,
civil, helpful, ever present,
with eyes where joy is often absent,
lives and love somehow misspent.
frequent moving hurts a child's hellos so much the pains still adult hold
We stood in the dark
Not a word spoke between us two.
We hardly knew each other yet,
We saw each other whole hearted.
The stars began to light up.
The moon above our heads.
Our eyes half full.
Anticipation.
A civilization coming to life in the blink of an eye.
With millions of thoughts going on.
All that separates is the simplicity of hello.
The interior of our souls bright to see.
The clouds like weeds.
Once removed life begins anew.
Slowly descending the depth of truth.
The groping of eyes accented by arch.
Another world awaits the simplicity of hello.
To smile again and again just as the stars.
The spread of influence
In a strange sort of way.
I've always wished that we've gotten together.
Be it a dream; that we would speak in hellos than good byes.
True love by means of evolvement.
Maybe I shouldn't think of you this way.
To bootleg myself in what I truly believe.
The hope of every possibility.
Your complex occupation.
To say what really matters.
To truly inspire in the midst of what we truly feel.
Consciously low key.
Eyes that take for granted that you'll always be there.
Maybe this is what I low key deserve.
Now knowing to be heard.
The difference between listen.
On another note.
I don't know.
I sort of always thought that would be fire.
To think of you as mine.
To hear the depth of truly knowing how free we are.
Our phones unlocked with complete sincerity, with us humbly mumbling somewhere in the background
How many goodbyes are in a lifetime?
Saying goodbye
to go to school
to go to work
to travel separately away
to end a visit that lags until the next time.
Who knows or recognizes that last final goodbye?
Knowing
can be a gift or an obligation
allowing final preparations
to say what needs and may otherwise
not be said.
Would that be the blessing
in believing, trusting,
in having faith
that we would me again
without anymore goodbyes.
Looking forward then
to that last and final
Hello.
8/31/2015
The sight of her face
inspired my belly
to swell swiftly,
and erupt
into a confetti
of awkward hellos
and euphoric goodbyes.
His voice belched
with the throes
of titillation.
He knew his dog
day in the sun
had come to be
for you and me
and she, ya see?
Her hair was
the color of
a bleached
anus.
Her skin had
the texture
of freshly
smelt copper
(meaning it
was very hot)
And I was very merry, Jerry.
Very merry, indeed.
It's just a symptom of
relinquishing time, and
Pretty soon
your spleens will be mine.
Living day by day and life just flows
Before you know it your youth goes
And friends become people you used to know
It's been a long time between hellos
Time passes you by on the run time flies
Would of, could of, should of, don't even try
Some how, something always slipped by
And some way, some day never applied
By chance you see a friendly smile
You stop and visit for just awhile
An old friend comes back in style
Than becomes again, was is now
Friends are is special is rainbows
They lift you up and help you grow
Before they lapse into people you used to know
Never let it become a long time between hellos
hello, my name is
Something you won't need to know
Good morning to you
Whereas you say the same to me
Hola, me llamo
Lo! It is a secret
Bonjour, je mappelle
Nothing, it is still a secret
Shalom, shalom
well, same to you
My name is a secret,
Something you won't need to know,
So hello to you too.
A sweet hello.
That's how we started.
We went through our days without a care in the world.
And it all started through our sweet hello.
A sorrowful goodbye.
That's how we ended.
Our last days together were our worst.
And that last sorrowful goodbye was worst than anything we went through together.
You tried to apologize.
And I tried to forgive.
But when we couldn't apologize or forgive,
we said our sorrowful goodbye.
There will always be sweet hello's.
But none as sweet as ours was.
And there will always be sorrowful goodbyes.
But none as sad as ours was.
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