Farewell Kiss Poem by Randy McClave

One thing that I do not miss
It is that of not receiving my farewell kiss,
The lips that I once had enjoyed
Now they betray and have annoyed.
Just the thought of touching her lips
Reminded me how upon the heart it grips,
But, now her lips I dare claim no more
As one man would not claim a proficient whore.
She came to me to say her goodbyes
The twinkle was gone from her eyes,
Our life it didn't turn out as we had planned
So, with a goodbye, I just shook her hand.

Randy L. McClave