GOODBYE

Watching her sing,
Memories crop up with in him,
Partly in mind, and partly in heart;
Memories of her whom he would soon forget.

Of times past when their feet were stout still and their bodies light,
When they played hide and seek,
Innocently passing sweet, sweet words between them,
Words void of canal fascination; they were young.
When she was once responsible for his happiness.
Memories of times when he teased her,
played with her,
And bullied her; she was gullible and coy.
Of times when she was the only girl in his life,
When first he saw her womanhood manifest, her face and skin
Becoming fairer and her bosom rebelling against dresses
And shirts that held it down, demanding that she wear a bra,
The time when first she plaited her hair,
And her hips grew…
The first time he thought her nubile and beautiful
And somehow unrequited canal fascination crept into his mind.

Memories of yesterday when she wed her man…

Watching her sing,
He heard angels, he heard music in her soothing song.
He saw her beauty anew, loved her anew,
Longed to reach out and touch her, and,
In his arms, with care, kiss her…

He felt her joy, her love, her passion and promise
to the man she loves.

Watching her sing, he said goodbye.