Have a look,
But do not stare;
My demons are contagious.
And I have seen them off for good.
How I wish we were vessels!
Our souls would leak as we wandered
In those punctured bodies,
Leaving imaginary footprints across globe.
Spilled wine and comfort food,
Manic indulgences in all things that we call life.
Permanent misfits and glimpses of charm school:
The proverbial fork in the road.
Toasting to yet another chapter of existence,
Us becoming worthier of us.
And still no pompous declarations of farewell,
Because here is a plain and lousy goodbye, goodbye.