Bye Cassandra

I remember one time I said: Bye Cassandra You said bye back and called me: Lazlow Holy cats I loved that You were sitting on the sectional next to Claudia And I slipped one last glimpse before I had to go And I never faced those facts A few weeks back, I couldn't sing high enough But knew you could so I sent you Long Throw You listened to 'Norm' front to back Day in and day out, I don't have the stamina to be right up close to you toe to toe When you, top to toe is an attack Today I saw you among verticals like Madame Kupka People, and versions of people in a mold Any version of you & I'll lapse There's no one else Emotions ricochet like the instrument's voice in an orchestra Mahler 9, the lower balcony. Reach the rondo This burleske we hear, it's my own trap Getting late, and I know I'll garner the insomnia And I'll pray that my life could be retold And we would unfold the same map Imagined you had left and driven to Florida Man I hate that place, folk are crazy and old I wonder where you'll end up at Wherever it is, Australia to Canada There's a promise that I think you should know And it stands tall like a mast It's that when you do say bye Cassandra I'll always have the lights on low and set out a welcome mat There's no one else