if we must say goodbye <br />it should be like a kiss <br />gentle and warm <br />passionate but not pained <br />we are both women <br />we know the contours <br />of our grief <br /> <br />in loving and leaving <br />we must harvest joys <br />like blooms in may <br />lining the alleyways <br />in places quite unlikely <br />along the path <br />littered with rubbish <br />a bounganvillea shoots up <br />pink flowers <br />daring the smog <br />of this city’s mornings.<br /><br />Aida Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/notes-on-love/
