Saying goodbye


There will be moments
when the heart bleeds loudly
so loudly you cannot hear your blessings.
You will wonder at the unfairness of life
the agony of goodbye, that takes your heart
and leaves your soul less connected.

There will be moments
when the last thing you wish to hear
is the very thing you need to.
When the ripped flaps
can only be healed by clasped hands
cupping your pain closed.

There will be moments
when the very idea of goodbye
is the twisting of an organ
the losing of a vital link
that lives and breathes beside you.
Bereft is such a simple word.

When these moments come
accept that they are here.
Let them come, let them ring.
Give tired eyes room to cry.
Let your heart miss its beat.
Let your soul feel its loss.

Let your heart know that it is lost
but not forsaken.
In the smallest darkness
there are shades of light
making grey, making brown,
making small measured steps.

There will be pain.
There will be sorrow.
There will be fear, and blame,
and deep unimaginable sadness.
but these are only blocking
the memories of something further
something cleverly kept
for your heart to ease into.

The sadness cannot block forever
the memories that tickle.
The softness that soothes.
The endearing bits of something treasure.
That live, that live, that cannot die.
Pain exists,
but so too does the love that made it painful.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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