I don’t like giving you goodbyes
that fade too fast before my eyes,
so before I crash, I close them once,
and if I’m dreaming, pinch me twice,
and I’ll open them to empty fields
where once were sparks and Ferris wheels,
but now lay the reminders of
cafes, conversations, and diners, love,
and my reflection in your waves,
that open-sky, ocean gaze.
But life fills up your calendar,
your hair fills up with lavender,
and the cotton candy counterfeit
could never overpower it
or the starlit stares you throw;
I recall them all, and there you go,
fending off Ferris wheel glow
when you care to say hello,
because when carnivals and carousels
get caught up your hair as well,
how will I fair to say farewell?
The fairest of the fair, daretell,
for you’ve got fair in spades, my dear.
Yes, every day new traits appear.
So if you’re running late, it’s clear
I’ll be okay, just waiting here.
