Final Encounter

Written by Clarence Winter 

Final Encounter

You look at me, and the familiar tune starts playing.

You should do this, and not that.

Don’t do this and don’t do that.

I can’t help but laugh.

We rarely talk and you say that?

You know what you are? You’re an ugly twat.

My departure draws near

Although you don’t show it I know you’re thrilled.

I can’t complain, I feel the same.

The day arrives, thank god for that.

We don’t say a word

Doors are slammed

No final words are said.

And I’m quite sad.