~Poem?*

I will cease to exist
One of these days,
Once and for all.

Maybe next week
I'll cease to exist
For you.

Haven't I said already
I'll be ready to go?
This Saturday
Late
In the late afternoon.

After all,
My rendez-vous
Is at five,
Under
The ticking clock
On the corner.

Cease fire
For now,
I give up.

I gave up
One night
Under the stars,
Under the moon.

An eye for an eye
And most
Of my sweet teeth,
I packed
Into my
Overnight suitcase.

How did you know
I'd fall
For long, long
White hair,
Long overdue.

I found the last seat
Last night
Of the last season.
The last
Theatre performance.

Good chance
I'll miss
My five o'clock
Rendez-vous.

Pretty good reason
To leave, to go,
Never to turn.

Wait for me
A minute or two,
I will return
Right away

My beloved,
My old
And wrinkled,
Wise man
Of the sea.