The Dancing Pickle

You stopped by
this morning,
with a cup of
coffee and
a little gift.
What are you
doing? I ask.
Wanted to say goodbye.
I know today
is your last day..so.
Come in, lets sit out
on the porch.
I say.
we sit on the
porch drinking
coffee and laughing.
When will you be
back ? you ask.
October.
I reply.
Will you be gone
I ask?
Yes. I will be moved
by then.
you reply.
Timing.
I say, its all about
timing.
We started this
friendship with
a ring, so we will
end it with a
ring.
Here you say.
I unwrap the
ring it fits perfect.
If you ever get to
South Carolina...
look me up.
you say.
I will.
We smile.
Kiss and goodbye..
As you leave
I say to you..
Hey..You will always
be my Dancing Pickle.
You smile.
Thats funny, you say.
You will always
be my Beach Goddess.
Please I say.
Laughing.
As you drive
away I look at
my ring.
Perfect.
Perfect as a Dancing Pickle.