Goodbyes Poem by shimon weinroth

departures leave an empty feeling
a vacuum in the pit of my stomach
gut feelings are quite different,
they take a stand, have expectancy
a life span of bias, so positive

leaving the scene packing the bags
wearying, tiresome and tedious
have germs and virii of excitement,
till the moment of departure
when a down feeling clutches

and the mind in a quandry,
wonders whereto and what next
I am faced with change and motion
of tandem and limbo,
and the twilight zones of fickle

yesterdays echoing among tombstones
silently crying out, stay, don't go