Farewell Black Shoes and French Kisses

You have walked with me, on
Damp avenues, rusted pavements
And daily sunshine, as you
Whole-heartedly housed my tired
Journeying on your limited
Darkened twin rooms.


But I have seen lately that shining
Blackness of your skin and
Forehead, faded as those Levi’s
jeans I wear three times a week.
Your tongue tied on the silent
Opening of your wide mouth has
Grown quite tired from our
Constant French kisses in the morning.
Your embrace on my dependence is now
cold, arms loosened like the button
of my favourite old green polo
shirt, exploring that little
universe of its sole existence.

I still love you for Christ’s sake! Though
I can see that you are already growing
tired of the weight of my love. But
I have to let you go: let go even
Of our French kisses; goodbye to
Strolling on romantics boulevards
During boring afternoons. Because
You are now gone, stolen by the
Darkness from my embrace; while
I was fast asleep in confidence that
I Will have you forever.

Farewell to you black shoes,
I must move on now.