Tebo's Goodbye

Garth Rakumakoe

An infectious moment

worth a thousand words

 

I got home and took a bite

of the pie I bought

at the filling station

along the way, but then

didn't want anymore of it

when you came back to me

 

Had I a camera then 

I would have taken

a color picture;

that visual impression

of you waving me goodbye

from the roadside, behind the house

got so woven into me,

for I realized in that farewell bid

you were giving me

a piece of yourself

 

Till we see each other again Tebo

so much I took from it

that all water became blood

and got so sentimental

that though it was time to leave

all of it was enough

 

It's these sort of things

that remind me why sometimes

I yearn to be left alone, vulnerable

to my demons, anguish and music -

By your simple act of love

my fabric was enriched, Tebo

 

  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2023 09:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: The date was 25th September 2023, ending a long weekend visit to family. Tebo's goodbye wave as I was driving off said it all, without saying anything. The stinging sorrow goodbyes have always serves one's heart and mind food for reflection, and thought. It had been a good visit. One too good, to evade a tear eyed end. Song Inspiration: Berardi, Foran & Karlen - I Picture You.
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Comments2

  • Teddy.15

    Garth a true vision withing your most emotional day sir. Beautiful ❤️

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Thank you Teddy... Greatly appreciated comment gifted one...

    • SharonMoemise

      To some, moments like these may seem insignificant, but a true poet sees everything worth mentioning. I love how your mind works

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        So true what you just said... It's like those black and white pictures ones has from years ago, whose spirit and life never dies, isn't it? This moment was captured by my lens like that.



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