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The Goodbye Thief

God bless the Goodbye Thief
as he rides the buses;
collecting
dreaded kisses and
keeping eyelashes dry.

Who am I
to exercise right?
Make a citizen’s arrest
and deny
his quest to protect
heartstrings?

Play a guitar, he said.
Play it – fix it; strum it again.
The same old same old song
that never ends.

That’s when he smiled –
picked my pocket and
stashed with a plec

the final notes taken, but
left me with the best.
The same old same old song

the goodbye note – gone.
Wrapped in anecdote…

from a friend.

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5 responses »

  1. I hate Goodbye Thieves. Prefer hellos. Nice piece.

    Reply
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