Pad Pad

I always remember your beautiful

And the beautiful kimono you

When you sat on the

With that tigerish

And told me you loved me no more.

What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were

All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind.

Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and

The years have taken from me.

Softly I go now, pad pad.