Last Hello
There was no warm hello from the get go-
I felt the chill of your shoulder...
Over the yawn of the telephone receiver...
It was as fleeting as a wisp of North Wind!
Catching me by surprise-my breath shortened...
A hard cold reality to swallow...
Rebelling at the lump in my throat--
From your gung-ho attitude like Venus and Cupid...
Dancing the Tango under a Harvest Moon...
To a nip in the air 'cross your shoulder;
I knew...
Beyond a shadow...
Of any doubt...
By your yawn echoing...
And your hurried voice---
Your real time scurry to say goodbye...
That this would be--
Our last hello;
September 11,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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