Out of Touch

If I were to write to you, I would say:
Not just at the moment, to get in touch,
not just at the moment
The end of the Sixties left an unpleasant
taste in my mouth, I've come to recall
Where did it leave you, I wonder?
What did it leave you?
Did it make you leave?
Well, I don't need your leave anymore
I would cut you loose from me, and
cheerfully watch you float downstream,
mouthing helplessly but
I haven't finished with you yet
When? A long time after this
letter gets written, I bet

© 2000 Dharmachari Padmavyuha back...