Goodbye Poem by Jan Bloomstein
Goodbye
The clouds, that day,
Rolled across the sky like grey chariots.
'Looks like rain, ' you said.
But I, being the idealist that I am,
Said, 'No, the sun will come.'
But even as I spoke
I felt the cool beads of misty rain
Upon my face.
'This isn't the end, you know.'
But I, knowing that it was,
Smiled;
And was grateful for the rain,
Which mingled with
And concealed my tears.
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