I wonder if maybe 
This time it’ll stick
Like the late April
Snows which blanket with
Heavy wet large snowflakes
As if nature is
Doling out double portions
Maybe this time will
Be the last time
I mean how many
Goodbyes does it take
For something to be
Over finally over finished
How many coats of
Paint does it take
To hide the blemishes
And the ugly scars
Just how much makeup
Will make bruises disappear
If I keep going
Back like the deer
To the now naked
Branches doesn’t that make
Me look like the
Fool like the despot
This one last final
Goodbye must be the
Spring for so many
Believe that loneliness is
Winter but limping love
Is lonelier than snow
Which does eventually stay