Poem: Goodbye

It is hard to say goodbye when it is raining. On a Tuesday. When everything is slow. It is hard to say goodbye when spring is arriving. When it is May. When crews are tearing up the city. It is hard to say goodbye when you are not here. When you cannot hear me. When there is no one to say goodbye to. It is hard to say goodbye to you when I never planned it. When it never seemed possible. When there is still so much left to say.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s