Mi Ex Enamorada

All I need, yearn for,
Like frictionless silk
Flows through his fingers
To give us a common resolute grim
Visage, grin. "It was very difficult,"
He says, resigned, or (still the chink?)
A glimpse of sky I myself
Had had to dash to bits.

He who will weep and gets
To flirt a little bit
Shakes hands with a man shorn of locks
And self-ingested, an I
Unworthy of lodging in the upper case
Smiles and wishes a "Bien viaje"
And as the plane climbs the oxygen is thinner
And the i vomits entrails up

And cold the air but oppressive not, light
Thrown open windows into barely atmosphere
The sun drops through the heavens
Forms golden confluence with horizon
And of course freefall i
No locks for the wind to rush back
A bien viaje
Down