Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Will You Miss Me?

    Hello friend, will you miss me

when the drinks and good cheer

spills and laughter fracture every

memory? Will you lament for those

scintillating moments we once shared and

that pretentious and arrogant windage

between two buddies? 

   Hello brother and sister, will you miss me

when puerile innocence and scuttled time

vanquishes all youthful aphorisms? Will 

you enshrine those forgotten and volatile

accompaniments that humbled our impoverished 

existential misery and existence? 

  Hello lover, will you miss me in the 

heart of Spring? Will you miss my breath

upon your lips? Will you miss my distinctive 

smell on the hallowed sheets in the mornings? Will

you revisit these trifling, coquettish, and ravishing 

allusions with harmonious flare? Will you laugh 

when my title is forsaken, or will you weep with 

gratitude? 


-  John Hardesty

7/20/2021


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