Depart from me

Never thought I

The power of the word

Would part from thy

For you carried it like

A mighty sword.          

Not a farewell you uttered

Not a wave, hug nor kiss

And you never feared

That your company I would miss.

For the fear was mine

Belittling before bitterness became

Your ending result was just fine

And I never was the same.

My battle to win your trust

A tormentous joy to let go

But my deep lust

Of the ending with a climax oh!

The longing of entertwinance

Of word, pen, paper and mind

The orgy only understood

And felt by those

Who seek an outlet

Those who cry oohhh

When they lay the pen to rest.