Hello, Goodbye

Please tell me what this poem means.

Hello, old friend
It’s been a long time
Days weeks years of silence
Then I find your number
Buried under browned paper
Below books and tea-stained files
And here you are, in an instant
No questions

Time and again
You come running
Arms open
Earlobe-touching smile
Pulling me into your
Warm, safe, familiar grasp
Clutching my midriff
Like a parent
Consoling a lost child

You look behind me (no sigh)
Chin resting on my shoulder
Face in my hair
And see red and orange and yellow
And feel that hot crimson heat
Wetting your eyes
Licking your nose
Like a lonely cat

I’ve done it again
And I’m not sorry
I’m not sorry

I’m not

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Published:
05.15.08 / 6pm
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  1. Solace 05.27.08 / 12am

    It’s about a bizarre relationship with your machete.

    No?

    Bah, I gave it a shot.

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