Adieu

Slouching down the

window,

a few blessings,

'bye', aches, to word.

Waving till

the car cuts

by the street.

The dimples fade,

something's empty,

like VIBGYOR

astray of

yellow.

The heavy gait

back to the door,

chit-chats

of reminiscence

like curtains

to the tearful

byes.