Post farewell

The boys radiate with smiles
and the girls,
the girls are all beautiful.

It was a race,
a four year long
relay race.
We switched vehicles, and made pals
in those, who we
happened to ride beside with.

We wished all well,
but looked at them
only from time to time.
Had to have an eye on the road.
It’s tough to make love
while on the move.

The race is over now,
and we all sit on the finish line
lying on our backs,
rubbing our shoulders
stretching our legs
savoring the high
of finishing a hard-run lap.

And we see others around us
sweet summer sweat
oozing everywhere
wiping off the heat,
the dust, the grime of the races
from all the splendid faces
And we realize that that was how they had been
radiant, shining, handsome.

We’ll all run different races now
but as of now, they seem far away.
And as we bask in the sweet glory
of finishing one long, satisfying, fulfilling run

The boys, they radiate with smiles
and the girls,
the girls look just beautiful.