Lyssandra works as a manager
From behind the counter
At the local bakery and café
On my quiet, little street.
Her mind is full of youthful energy,
Dreams and ambition.
She knows what she wants!
She clearly sees where the line is drawn
Between Right and Wrong, Good and Evil,
What should and shouldn’t be.
In short, Lyssandra is
The very opposite of me!
My aged mind is full of blurry lines,
Just waiting to be crossed.
My dreams are gone, my ambition, lost.
How we got to like each other
And sometimes even empathize,
We will never know.
I will miss annoying her,
Teasing her, and then,
Repeatedly apologizing to her
For my many transgressions,
And for the endless narration
Of my morally questionable life.
For Alas, all good things
Must come to an end!
Lyssandra is leaving us.
She will never again have to fear
What nonsense might fly out of my mouth
While others are patiently
Waiting to be served.
Dear Lyssandra, you will never be replaced.
You will forever leave a space
In my dark, slightly twisted, but
Well intentioned heart,
Where you once paced
From behind the counter
At the local bakery and café,
On my quite, little street.
