I’ll say goodbye using the only language deemed acceptable by the conventions of Society with a big ess. Here, my love, I send my message in the language of flow wafting softly through the evening and that little bat flying around to and fro just to show what a good bat she is had better not tell. Little bats don’t tell. Smell me! Smell me! Wonder if he is too far to? I’m no she-rose. But he’ll forgive me that. He’ll give me a sweet forgiving smile verging on tears. There will be no goodbye. We shall meet again. Then, tomorrow, in good time or outside of time no matter, and we’ll dream together of yester eve. Here, right here! Please, don’t imagine what we will do then, I’m blushing like a girl! Look at the color of me!