What is so Good About Bye?

She hangs up the telephone, as I stand stunned by the scream of the dial tone signifying a new chapter in my life.

Escaping words like steed fleeing gates
play back in my mind like 8 tracks in ¾ rhythms that cannot find their way back.

And yet I do not understand how my quest for happily ever after could end in Billie Holidays blues as I wonder how your love for me nods like old men in boys clothing who just got a hold of some real good shit.

Staring at plastic forks stuck in half eaten shrimp fried rice thinking of times that make me smile at
When the anticipation was unbearable
Too much was not enough
And I could not wait for tomorrow to come
So I could love her again.

She made me prince and freed me from my lily pad of insecurities as something in the back of my mind tells me there is a spot on her skin that I missed.
As I search for music to console me and I think of how the name of scents were determined by the chemistry of her skin and the way she frowns whenever I forget to put the toilet seat down.

If love is true
Set it free
If it comes back
Love is true
Just because you love someone does not necessarily mean you are attracted to them.


Memories of love soaked sheets and hot breezes combined with the comprehension of now and how it will be later
Not knowing that sooner or later that there will be no future.

And although I felt like Donnie Hathaway and wanted to give her a world that was not mine, because all I have for her is a sack full of dreams.

The tide of her love is gone
and the ships of pain dock in my heart
as the sands of my logic await the waves of the reason why.


I consume my days with deceptions and mock smiles in order to keep myself oblivious to time that crawls on it’s hands and knees, because you know how it is when your heart starts talking to your mind about how your mouth made a fool of you.

And my nights are governed by bootleg quiet storms attempting to calm the rough seas of my thoughts as images of me soaking her cocoa skin in my mouth can only let me say
Damn.

Tuesday will come and I will do all that I can,
Not to think about her
Not to call her
Not to speak her name,

God… how mature I have become.

And of course I will fail
As her being in my life has become my language

and if I do not say so myself, I am VERY fluent in her.
Like when her passion makes me speak in tongues and babbles and I translate our emotions into one big long
mmmmmmm.

Gotta cure myself before the weekend.
Don’t wanna miss her twice,
as I still have not figured out
What
is so good
about
GoodBye
Copyright@2003 Luis Bernard

DREAMS

I am a glimmering reflection of her
And therefore I know I love me

At first, my love for her was personal
But, Unsuspecting kisses from her Have now made it universal, Because her smiles are unconditional As the truth needs no proof

Truth,
like, rapid heartbeats when she lays her head on my chest

Proof
Like, 2:55 AM rendezvous leaving me swimming in constellations with me the Big Dipper and she the Milky Way making cuchifrito love, chased with moans, clutched bodies,, unleashed alter egos, wet spots on sheets unraveled from one corner imprinted with your grasp of never have been here before and 1969 chocolate egg creams.

Being away from her gives meaning to time
and maybe it was made for her,
because an hour behind or an hour ahead makes no difference
as an hour away from her is an hour without her as time takes its time.


Thank God for dreams.

Copyright@2003 Luis Bernard