A Fond Farewell

[desolate]

I no longer see the red toothbrush
next to the green one.

Their hugs squeeze me
to death, almost.

There is a smell of pancakes
around, but I have nothing to eat.

Hitting my head against the wall
still does not make me understand.

I try to smile, it pour on me.
I hear him laugh.

I rush out on my bare feet
to see the hands waving me

Goodbye.