Have a Blast

There is nothing here you left but lint.
Maybe dust.
And I can claim that since I pay the rent...
After making many adjustments!
Come back?
You mean like in a return?
Back to something
You didn't want to have anything to do with,
As I recall being said!
There must be static on this phone line!
I said I was doing well...
And you said,
COME BACK?
You left me!
For someone who flew planes if I recall!
Well...
I'm glad your parachute worked,
And you landed on your feet!
If you keep stepping...
That will strengthen up your legs!
Try it!
I do remember you were fast,
And quick to leave!
I have a date!
And you are much too late!
Have a blast.
And kiss my...
Memory!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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