In days past. goodbye only left holes,
darkness indescribable, longing for
another time, for things unspoken,
undone, pain that can’t be
quenched, only tolerated
smoothed over by years, like
a stone bathed in water’s constant flow is
never smoothed away completely,
heavy in its place, it sits,
desperately cemented to what was
unmoving, unwavering in its
persistence in being a stone.
Hand in hand we gaze, out where green
meets blue, where goodbye
does not exist, we watch
as storms erupt, part blue-green ways
slow drops of grey pool in my
heart, anxiety, anticipation gag
me with their sourness
Anxiety and anticipation of the exquisite goodbye
More forever loss, more
stones in the belly of my soul.
Oh sorrow, sorrow
for my inability to say goodbye,
to release souls to their destiny
on this plane or the next.
Yet in this instance, parting on the sand,
for once, the stone cannot be found
For once, I smash the urn, scatter
the ashes to the sea, release all that which
binds — the hole, the dark recess that carries and
protects the pain and loss
of lifetimes past, I walk into the sun
For once, in this exquisite
goodbye, I start to let her go
© SpiritLed 2013
This is outstanding. Ann
Thank you Ann, especially from a fellow poet. And one named Ann, which is my mothers name, and loosely the subject of this poem. Have a blessed day!