How do we know
when it’s time to go?

Coffee’s gone cold,
conversation’s dulled;
waitress is pacing,
Time to go.

Ten runs behind,
seventh inning stretch,
well past midnight now,
Time to go.

Theater lights bright,
curtains full closed;
no more cast bows,
Time to go.

She returned my key,
won’t return my calls;
she’s seeing another,
Time to go.


About degus221

A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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