bye bye

Give me the white hairs

As proof that we endured,

Let the laugh lines mar me

As a sign that with jokes you had me lured.

Give me your angry words

As proof that love is true,

Give me sunspots and bum marks

As a sign that together we sat through.

Give me a little bit of grief

So that my heart remembers

You mattered the most and

Let there be your teeth marks on my nose.

Give me a night of loving,

Give me a day of tales,

And if that is never happening

Again give me a post card I can frame.

I'll pack my bags now for I'm sombre,

Sultry and distraught, give me a ring,

You have my blessed number,

I won't call you anymore.

As I walk in the meadows

And dance sprightly in the streets,

The music I'll play in my soul

Will play till again we meet.

I don't write this poem to bug you,

It's just a reminder that you've left,

It's a coming to terms, a day of becoming,

Till another day I'll leave the rest.

Soil my hair one more time with sweat

Of the heat that we produced,

You say we've lost love, but I have not

That you must have surely deduced.

Some day if again we sit together,

I'll warm your heart and give you more laugh lines,

Till then adieu good friend, good gentleman,

I'll honour and respect you now.

So bye bye till another time,

When there are more rhymes to chant,

Bye bye till the last sunset

Of dashed hopes because you have gone.

-- Doel Sengupta