too late for goodbyes and apologies

At a bazaar in the old town
He once bought an umbrella
from an aged lady
in a dress of many colours

race back on bullet trains
through hollow spaces
in aching hearts

One Monday evening
his father Stalked out the door
into the rain
with a Juicy Bone of Contention

comes easy as time passes
In the future, apologies
are like Cheap Bracelets

Another rainy monday
His Umbrella long abandoned
in an unnamed ditch
After all, cars Kill fathers too.