by Ieisha McIntyre
There are no instructions for farewell.
No compass, nor telescope, no map
nor previous navigation.
The eyes are never strong enough to
watch forever the departure of a loved one.
The ears are never strong enough
to hear the goodbyes.
Without tears rolling
down the face,
Without the ache
welling up in the muscles of the arms,
without the mind’s hurried remembrance
the last phrases of love,
the lasting regret,
the loss of the moment
perhaps everything could have been different,
We are left speechless.
adrift on the uncharted, unexpected.
Who expects to say goodbye,
When blissful moments have been shared,
and promises have been made?
We expect maps out when there is strife,
when there is disturbance,
but with good times, we want frolic and play.
Alas, today we are without our
unicorn dreams of lasting paradise.
Today we attempt in folly
to chart goodbye.
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