An old song for a friend who died

i don't miss cuddling with you
i don't miss your kisses
philosphizing or emotionalizing
(we never did those things)

what i miss is goofing around
collapsing in fits of gigles
attacks of silliness
belonging when i'm with you

good-bye
good-bye, for now
good-bye — pirouette through light
good-bye, for now
good-bye: it is enough.