Goodbye! Two syllables to rock the world,
tear sky from its foundations,
make angels weep and strip their wings
of feathers forswearing flight in sadness
at the parting of the ways. Good bye.
What’s good about it? It will not buy me
comfort in the freezing rain of lonely tears
torn from a frozen heart all shattered
by the echoes of that dreadful sound!
Good bye! It vibrates on the ear,
tight drum ashiver with the dread
that comes with parting, saturated
with the sound of endless empty mornings
where silence is the only word that rings
unspoken in the lonely air where you
once said goodbye.
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