so i'm back a day early...sue me.
adios is the saddest word
over the atlantic
ally finally asleep
with this airplane
jostling me toward
a concept called america
oscar, i think of you
standing alone
outside the biblioteca nacional
saying to us
christ, i feel so bad
articulating what we all knew
that we felt
in those final moments
because no matter what
the time for drinks and conversation
had ended at the bar
the toasts to friendship
would have to cease for a while
that no more tapas would
be split in the plaza santa ana
as the sun set on blessed madrid
that the whores on grand via
would see us no more
as we stumbled toward sleep
that this goddamned ocean between us
has a lot of history but no soul
it only works
to keep people apart
i feel the weariness of these miles
thinking of you, mi amigo
as the plane dips
and scares the shit out of everyone
i feel bad too
empty, maybe
but still there is a joy within me
for the time that we shared
i think of all the words
that we gave each other during the week
the slang
the words for sex
the ones for food and family
i tell myself that hola
is a kind word
but good lord
if adios isn’t the saddest word
in the spanish language.
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