Poem eleven....

                 No goodbye....                       Derek H.

       "Can I please talk to you?"
       "Which one of you to which one of me".. I said.
       "Is it the you that was part of the we,,,.. now dead?"
       "Or is it the you that I see"
       "And this thing now me?"

      "Look just, just talk to me"
      "Fine, I'll talk to the you that I see"... I replied
      "Was it the you that  was part of the we... who lied?"
      "Or were you always and only the you I now see?"

      "So you won't talk to me?"
      "No, I don't know you"...