short and stout

And so you leave,
with your heartaches and forbidden memories,

You leave this world of pollution and screaming cars
the poverty and the misery
the lovers and heartbreakers.

how long has it been stranger?

Six? Seven? Eight years?

I don't know...
I almost forgot how it was until I saw our pictures together.

They were good old days isn't it?
Yet good things really do come to an end.

I guess you will never hear from me those words:
"I told you so"

Or the words: "Again??!!!"

It's been good stranger.

Those were times I'd tell my kids about
or my grandsons and daughters

"Listen I had a friend once, who's good at billiards but bad at being drunk."

Oh how they would laugh
I can almost see the glitter in their eyes

But then again you're leaving

Let's not say our goodbye's
nor our apologies

We have said much for and against each other
thats what friends are and will always be

Letting go is not too painful anyhow
We have the memories to go back to just in case we missed each other

And as you knew me once and before our painful separation:

I always wished you well even if you pained me too much
I always wished you well even if its against my principles
I always wished you well despite my shortcomings
I always wished you well after all thats happened

and now I'm wishing you well again in your departure

Let's not speak thereof anymore of this
lest we get drunk in our stupor and we cling to our sins.

My words have proven themselves and my actions otherwise.
sail now and fly my dearest one.

You belong to yourself and nobody else
Good tidings-good tidings.

oh teapot and twin teacups.