Goodbye…
Hindsight.
I’ve heard goodbye whispered softly to my ear, through such sweet lips
And I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see her go…waiting, that such gentle a sound would not carry very far into my heart.
That something which meant so much, with such gravity, could just go away forever with a goodbye. Once touched by time, it is forever part of us…goodbye does not undo what has come before. Even harder are the goodbyes we have to say to someone; because we have to hear ourselves say it.
See you later – in my heart, my dreams, in the slight change in tack of my sail, the chip you made in the wine glass, whatever is left that differs – because you were once here. It says all the world is unfinished business.
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