Funny indeed, the bits and pieces
of artsy conversations I hear of you
here and there, somehow somewhere
And I laugh, in despondence.
Abated, even ignorance denied
Metamerism, as if a catalysis in a reaction
it stirs in me, a jolt of many accords
How much, time flies, and voids become the walls
with no mercy, un-porous resilient boundaries etched
crowning the end of what was Us.
Let the blaze quell, it's slime
and I shall forget you, said Neruda to me
as you have forgotten me,
And I shall sway my arms out at the sky
and fly away, high.. high..
As I bade you, Goodbye..