Exquisite Goodbye

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