furochan leaves

London skyline, looking warm for once
shy and bright, like the stoic city is
waving you goodbye
a little self-conscious, it
stands miles away, opposed to
closeness yet ill-disposed
to letting go. a tear in its eye
and a paper thin smile
saying, so long - farewell!
we'll meet again someday
perhaps. take care! be well --

goodbye!
      
   goodbye,

                  goodbye.