Good-Bye Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I paint my lips crimson
and think:
how they bleed like my heart.

A tear,
and I am drowning.
My eyes a blue river
drifting.

The sunlight,
blinding with its reflection
of a lost love.

My heart,
a stone
that I throw into the sea.

The impact,
the waves flood the world.

And I,
am drenched -
soaking wet -
standing like a statue.

I look to the west
and see him holding her on the veranda.

My soul,
empty hands of nothing
now reaching for you.

Good-bye.