This Is Not Goodbye
This is not goodbye although we might meet,
Never again, nor this is farewell;
I know it's not goodbye albeit our hearts beat,
Each in a different space, but melodiously some place dwell.
Last time I blinked three years've gone by,
And now there aren't enough words to say:
For I am sure that this is not goodbye,
And such memories can't just end one day.
I dread when I walk out of that door:
This very moment could be the last;
I'm sure each step'll make me more sore,
And when I look back: eternity'd have passed!
You only appreciate what is gone,
But this time this is not the case;
Yet tears are still to stream anon:
When you yet can't the present embrace.
Fortune pities not who've loved so dear,
Just fills them with regrets over a joyous time;
If only I could tell that the end was near,
Right when we started such a startling chime!
I knew it had to end right from the start,
As do all beautiful and wonderful things;
And though it kills me softly as it slowly breaks my heart:
I have to accept always a beauty sadness brings.
Words are but worthless for my feelings are beyond:
So I guess I'd rather in silence only leave;
But no matter the distance, there will ever be this bond:
That will always make me smile while I grieve!
It's only when the end is nigh,
As I am in tremendous pain:
That I know it was not goodbye;
Instead, 'Till we shall meet again.'
Comments about this poem (This Is Not Goodbye by Danny The Dreamer Boyd )
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