Three years have passed,
I say goodbye.
The inevitable tear awaits;
chased by an embrace and a stalking grin.
Delicate memories remain.
We are but fools dancing in our youth,
drunk with innocence.
From left to right, an absent sense of direction,
clinging to what we have,
and fearing what is rushing closer and closer.
Curved lips, moist palms, strained calves,
we shan't cease this dance.
It witnesses moments of strength and fellowship.
Breaking any silences with its overwhelming passion.
We struggle to our peak, making something of ourselves.
Make me proud, my friend, my brother;
for one day we'll be together, once more.
I say goodbye...for now.
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Saying goodbye is not usually easy. Yet it is the lot of us all. Your poem has a powerful universal appeal and flows freely with a positive passion. Well written.