Eminent Rejections

Frosted warnings,
Evil mornings,
No one left too soon.
We were all at fault
For the inevitable fall,
Beneath the devious moon.
We allegate
The coming fate,
By allowing all the tears.
But never once
Ask for what
Could save the approaching years.
We specialize
In explaining lies,
Just for verification
Of the endless longing
For all our wronging.
We make the justification.
Well now have I
Found goodbye
To the one who taught me this.
I send to you
A wish or two,
To reject your eminent kiss.

7-9-1992 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire