Distancing

A Poem for Him

He was Godard and I was Karina

Together we did the macarena

It was a long distance kind of thing

But who cared, my darling?

He had a beard and full hair

But he was far than an heir

His feet stunk of old cheese,

He kept saying, oh please

He was talented and cunning

With his scripts and his camera running

No one could stop Godard and I Besides my father's sigh.

There were kilometers between us

But not the big and mighty Bosphorus

Our love infiltrated through the sky And as I told him till I die

It ended by a sidewalk,

On a cold summer day we couldn’t talk As our tears flooded We said goodbye and parted

We were no longer Godard and Karina

Who used to do the macarena

It was a long distance kind of thing,

I guess I cared, my darling.