The Long Goodbye

There’s a long goodbye
And it happens every day
When some passerby
Invites your eye
To come her way

Even as she smiles
A quick hello
You let her go
You let the moment fly
Too late you turn head
You know you’ve said
The long goodbye

Windy branches sigh
Can you recognize the theme
Down some autumn street
Two people meet
As in a dream
Running for a plane
Through the rain
With the heart it’s quicker
Than the eye
They might be lovers
Until they die

It’s too late to try
When a missed hello
Becomes the long goodbye


21 thoughts on “The Long Goodbye

  1. Mike MacLean


    Was it something I said? I take it back man. Please, don’t leave us.

    I’m glad to have shared a little corner of the blogosphere with you, even for this short time. Thanks for the laughs, the food-for-thought, and the inspiration. I wish you nothing but the best of luck in writing and in life.

    Keep in touch, dude! Have a bitchin’ summer. (Sorry, had a high school yearbook moment there)


  2. pari

    I’m so sad to see you go, Paul. It’s been a joy to work with you and to read your posts.

    Please visit your friends here at the ‘Rati and, even more than that, keep working on your novel . . . no matter what.

    Rather than say, “Adieu,” I’ll say, “Au revoir.” It sounds more hopeful somehow.

  3. AlnAndrsn

    Wow. When I first read Guyot’s post I’m thinking he’s is getting all ‘Nancy’ on us because some tattooed, hippie sweet thang eye-F’d him while he was strutting down Delmar on his way to Vintage Vinyl to look for Cheap Trick’s “One Night at the Budokon” LP. I guess that’s what one can expect when their knowledge of poetry can be summed up in three words: “The Diceman Cometh”.

    His guest blogs should be spectacular. Stay off the myspace.


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