Goodbye…

They wave to us, standing on the pavement,
His striped shirt, mustache and her long skirt,
The smiles we grew to love and remember
Will keep me warm come frosty November.

They put up with all my parents' eccentricities,
They put up with my being the way I really am
The dense tree foliage, so warm and tender
Will keep me warm come frosty November.

We will never see him again.
She will see two of us, not three.
I had to leave to come back.

I wave to them both
Until we have turned at the corner
Mom talks of mechanic waving hands
I have never seen one of those,
Anyway.

He brings some ice-cold water from the freezer
And freshly prepared omelette with sausage
Making our journey home longer than it will be
Will make me feel less lonely when kids beat me.

He made me pork chops and eggplant chips
He would buy me ice-cream every single night
His sitting at the table with my family and me
Will make me feel less lonely when kids beat me.

How am I to find him again?
His smile lingers in my mind.
I had to leave to come back.

I wave to the sea
As we're leaving the town
I'm just a kid lost in her head
One day, they will all be in my poems.
One day.

She opes her gift shop much earlier than usual
She wants to say goodbye to us one more time
The last night's dinner together was not enough
Does she know something we don't know?

She would give me a gift at the end each time
Yesterday evening, I got a small green backpack
I still have the "swinger with the rolling eyes".
Does she know something we don't know?

I hope to find her again
That will be my "Present? OK?"
I had to leave to come back.

I wave to the sign
Until we're on the main road
There's just a shy pointer
One day, this will be a proper turn
One day.

A happy goodbye and "see you next year",
Is a tearful hello more than two decades later
The next year was my longest ever yesterday

I was the kind who wanted to wait forever
I was the kind who never had the courage
I have my bags packed and I'm on my way.

- July 17th, 2016.

The time described in this poem is the morning of August 22nd, 1994. Maybe, just maybe, it was 21st. I would prefer that, to round things right.

- This could be the opener of the entire series, just like Hello! could be the epilogue. Knowing myself, I'll probably update Hello!

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