“To you old friend I say ‘goodbye.’
“You held me tight and made me feel
“As though I was cool, but now I see
“It was just a screen of smoke that
“Had me in your grip not letting go
“Hoping I’d be yours ‘til death, but
“Now I see that all I got from you
“Was a cough that would not let go.
“But now I have the courage to say
“Goodbye and hope that now I have
“Let you go, you’ll be gone forever and I
“Can get my health back together.
“In its proper form you no longer have
“A hold on me.”
Dean Carbajal
Mesquite