Echos of Good-bye

I’ve lost you. You’re gone.

This is a sacred truth

I finally hold dear

even though you’ve yet to

walk through the open door.

I hear Death in the spaces

between your words. I hear

echos of good-bye long before

you’ve spoken a word. The way

you walk through a door, leaving

nothing behind that I can hold

on to. Cloudy vistas & melancholy

songs are all that’s left in your wake.

And that’s not enough to convince

me you’ll stay. When I constantly

hear good-bye.

Did you think I was the one

who created the Sun? Did you think

I could release all my fears

like a rope dangling through

an open window of my soul &

forget to leave it open? I cannot

uncreate yesterday to have it take the place of today. Nor will I beg you to stay.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind