When I said that we would see each other again, I knew that it was only but a fallacy.
Ironically, I cried until morning;
as you and I parted for the last time.
"I will miss you every day.", I would tell you.
In my mind this would translate as "I'm sorry", as I knew that this was not true.
The night gathered around
that suburban house,
amongst the dreaming cedars
& the telephone rang
I picked up, said I'd be there
so I caught the bus all the way to town
Berlin at 3 a.m
was a beautiful stranger
especially Lehrter Bahnhof
moonlight shining through
it's half-completed arches
like through the dead ribs of a Whale
out that late by myself
& at first not a little afraid
looking over my shoulder
I was still feeling younger
you were catching that plane
& we friends were to meet
you to say goodbye again
& I, hello to the beginning
of the slow journey to the end
copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
PARTING - A LAMENT FROM SAD OLD EDNA
Parting is such dulcet sorrow;
My lonely heart weeps at eternal separation.
Now you are gone from me
The world is cold and empty
And a veil covers my bitter tears.
To lose my lover, my friend,
My partner through life's sad
And pointless journey...
My very soul is rent asunder and
Cast shattered on the wind.
But let me cease my whingeing!
Upon due reflection this is but
The stuff of which cheap sentiment is composed.
As far as I'm concerned you can FUCK off
And no regrets, you stinking bastard.