Leaving

We slip apart
Two dangerous entities
One full of life, another void of it
I drink your intentions today
The after taste is a faded memory
Of the clues you left on the guava leaves
Of the truths you spoke carelessly
About being here today, and there tomorrow
The sour sting reminds me
Of our favourite song about truce
About accepting what comes
I wrote eight poems for exchange
Three for love, one for you
And the last to tell myself that
We’ll slip apart.

LARDO