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
/Guyot
Don’t tell me it’s that time again already?
Guyot?
I’m going to miss your contributions to the blogosphere, my friend, but I understand why you have to go.
It was wonderful while it lasted.
Thank god. It’s about time.
Bummer. Take it easy….
Paul,
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)
Mike
Paul–
I’m sure that we will run into each other, sooner than later.
Take care,
Naomi
No missed hellos here, Guyot. It’s been a pleasure sharing Tuesdays with you.
Throw your party right between your eyes.
Throw your party right between your eyes.
Best. Line. Ever.
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.
Now finish that book…
WTF?
What Rob said…
Shades of Chandler, Morrison and Guyot – all wrapped up in one.
Vivat rex!
All the best, Paul, and see you soon…
You always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.
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.
Decided to go back and write for money again, huh? Mercenary bastard!
G, you will be missed here at the ‘rati. Come back and pester us, okay?
Is there anything more pathetic than a suicide note written in crappy poetry?
Big…frigging…sigh
Not fucking fair. Not fucking fair at all.