Maybe This Is Not Really Goodbye Poem by Gert Strydom

The stars still shine
in the darkness above
and although I do not
anymore know your love
somewhere the sun
is again rising.

Even seeing the sickle moon
stalking the sky
and at this present moment
I cry for your lost,
love doesn’t really
charge a cost
and as time goes by
I might love again.

The truth always
rises again
like drops into the sky
and with the clockwork
again appear like rain
and although we have parted
maybe this is not really goodbye.