I had planned to pen
A farewell speech
To rival some of those
I'd seen in my time
Like that one by
(well I don't remember the name)
I wanted you to laugh
As the years have taught me to laugh
And understand something
About Place
As I have come to understand
At the moment of my leaving
(but I just ran out of time)
Somewhere in the middle
I had thought that
When I left
I just wanted to know
That there remained a hole
But, really, there is no resident
Gets to be so impune
And in the end
To leave is just
Like pulling your hand
From a body of water
#NaPoWriMo 2013 poem number 30
© Brendan Bonsack
April 2013