Benign Farewell

To those who say goodbyes become life,
Try something spontaneous and love those
Who don't think twice,
To call you in the middle of night
Feeling blue or just not right.


One last time is never a full sentence,
It's not even close to the penance,
For minutes you canceled that time,
What a waste of dinner for nine.

I hope to see you all now and then,
Reminded of the days when 
I was mother hen.