I hate the minutes of saying goodbye
the way there is no sound, a
stop before the closed down
freeway, how saliva sticks in midthroat
an untimely short gasp
and silence suddenly exhausted.
My mother
never says goodbye after we speak
on the phone - 'for now, she says
For now we will say see you later.'
I can remember the goodbyes
of my childhood, how I
ignored the slightest details,
how the years led me to teenage
goodbyes, insignificant
and no more of giving a hug -
my face remaining only in the
mind of who stood before me.
Yet, the goodbyes of today
are so painful and uneasy
the wandering of my mind
leading me to memory
of sky blue eyes and
faraway stares,
a path of words before the last
and the warmth of body to body.
lmdelsanto, august 15,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My sister refuses to say goodbye......has such a final ring...she says!