You walked into our lives,
a quiet storm
not so concealed behind
your grinning charm.
Patchouli and vanilla
mixed with cigarette smoke
and your early 90’s style-
poetic justice-
captured our hearts
and trust,
until it was too late
to escape
your hurricane of a world.
Then came the phone call
that you would never take
(the same one that I
forgot to make),
a possible levee
to break the tide
from swallowing you up
once and for all.
Yes it was a dramatic exit,
your last act,
the same
as your entrance
in the first.
Bravo!
