what is the word hello
but the first goodbye
yours or theirs
it matters not
the end will alway come
the longer the hello
the harder the goodbye
for all the talk
will one day cease
and youll be left alone
what was once.joy
in now.a tear
what was once.a tinkle in the eye
is now.an overcast memory.
Friday, April 13, 2007
a word
can mean
many things
between friends
a multitude of memories
between enemies
the opposite
between strangers
nothing
within love
a thousand more
within writing
the readers imagination
within the word
truth
from a child
a fathers joy
from a mother
the greatest encouragement
from God
creation
But
after saying goodbye
nothing...
but itself
and
sorrow.
can mean
many things
between friends
a multitude of memories
between enemies
the opposite
between strangers
nothing
within love
a thousand more
within writing
the readers imagination
within the word
truth
from a child
a fathers joy
from a mother
the greatest encouragement
from God
creation
But
after saying goodbye
nothing...
but itself
and
sorrow.
he left.
just one day.
he left.
there was no goodbye.
no hug. no consolation.
no words. no remembrance.
but me.
left.
here. where once we
were two.
two friends.
brothers to a time.
brothers of a place.
a place.
i still remember.
see joy.
through tears.
and laughter.
resounding in silence.
that is all.
all that is left.
of him.
the silence.
the tears.
the akward pauses.
the unspoken jokes.
the loneliness
within my memories.
are gaps now.
pieces of my day.
missing.
swallowed up.
leaving tattered patchwork.
to reknit.
attempting to rebuild
my life.
and erase.
the jagged scar.
of death.
just one day.
he left.
there was no goodbye.
no hug. no consolation.
no words. no remembrance.
but me.
left.
here. where once we
were two.
two friends.
brothers to a time.
brothers of a place.
a place.
i still remember.
see joy.
through tears.
and laughter.
resounding in silence.
that is all.
all that is left.
of him.
the silence.
the tears.
the akward pauses.
the unspoken jokes.
the loneliness
within my memories.
are gaps now.
pieces of my day.
missing.
swallowed up.
leaving tattered patchwork.
to reknit.
attempting to rebuild
my life.
and erase.
the jagged scar.
of death.
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