A Poem (For Jeff)

You pull the mojo pin on your grenade.

I see your soul escape its callous shell

and seep into my mind

and into my heart.

Mingling with my very own soul.

It leads me through the tangles of neurons

to a tranquil place

Soul to soul.

It whispers in a godly falsetto.

A note lasting an eternity

wandering into future eons.

It utters,

“Kiss me. Please, kiss me”

I do.

It fiercely pulls away

Tears begin slowly trickling down its silvery face

as it struggles for a thing to say

“I know that in time, I’ll only make you cry.”

All placidness was lost as it bolted away

back into its shell.

The warm lights dimmed and faded

“No,” I say “this isn’t over.”

“This will not be your last goodbye”