Hello’s are comfortable
In a world where awkward is
dreaded, avoided desperately
Goodbye’s are imminent.
The closure concept
never fails satisfaction
When will the colloquialisms
universally celebrated,
contradict the least sought
after desires of humanity?
Our relationships are divided
by stoppages in play.
With swift waves of hands
of fingers,
compartmentalizing nothing,
on a cluttered desk.
Where was my hello?
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC
Hello’s are comfortable
In a world where awkward is
dreaded, avoided desperately
Goodbye’s are imminent.
The closure concept
never fails satisfaction
When will the colloquialisms
universally celebrated,
contradict the least sought
after desires of humanity?
Our relationships are divided
by stoppages in play.
With swift waves of hands
of fingers,
compartmentalizing nothing,
on a cluttered desk.
Where was my hello?
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