Jim van den Bos
Let us agree to not speak
Sure, we’ll chat for a bit
About this and that
Let’s keep the air light
We won’t get weak
Keeping needed cigarettes lit
To keep our minds of that
What is unavoidably out of our might
Our eyes look for things to enjoy
But every time ours meet, we acquit
To not deal with the actual that
The unavoidable fact at the dawning of light
Tears make their presence meek
Our touches realize that this is it
The last hug is crushingly just that
We realize the goodbye and hold each other tight