ODE TO A GIANT STINKER
Two more weeks,
and it will be time to say
our good-byes
again.
This time
there is this dull, empty ache
that says this one’s for real
Twice before I knew or felt
you’d be back
with your laugh and smile in tow
Not now, for the time has come
and you’re ready to go and
grab your place among
the hopefuls at the starting line.
I’ll miss the
grand ideas and youthful
thoughts inside that giant frame
I’ll miss the insights
and the ways you’ve shown
others how they matter
I’ll miss the volume
and the humor and banter
I’ll even miss the mess
Mostly, I’m gonna miss you
hanging around, always being “down”
for whatever might come along
and bring some light.
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