It must feel like the pearl stripped from its mother.
A solar system after losing a star to a gaseous implosion.
The sensation of color seeped from the all seeing eye,
Saying goodbye is the hardest part.
It keeps your eyes wide in anticipation, anxiety,
Plagues your dreams like a collage of your life.
Saying goodbye is the lost talon to an eagle’s wings,
That spins and flutters until falling in the
Hands of branches, a rampant river,
Or behind the ear of a boyscout.
It makes you look at everyone differently,
This is the last time you’ll see them, treat them
With patience, care, big eyes, and bigger tears.
We say goodbye for various reasons,
Tired of the old, we yearn for something to wake our hibernating souls.
We say goodbye sometimes to hurt others, to make them never forget.
Some know they won’t live forever.
But more-so we say goodbye because we have to.
Forced by the hand of fate, good or bad, it’s change that must occur,
And hopefully endure until a goodbye years from the last.
Change is the next step to saying goodbye, like
Goodbye-change, linked together like chains, a compound word to mean a lot.
But goodbye, change- isn’t saying hello or goodbye at all.
In fact, most people are of goodbye, change type.
Because saying goodbye can really be the hardest part.
It is the casket that is buried, holding your child-
Hood, like a time capsule, only, it’s saying goodbye, not hello someday.
If you dug it up after time, you’d only find bones of the flesh you left there.
It is love, the strongest feeling, we say goodbye, to sometimes, save others.
It’s love that sometimes is the dark half of a still planet,
That had such beauty to those that knew, now nothing can see through the black.
Love is the thing that keeps you glued to a papery situation,
That is held taught on a bumpy road, that tears, again and again,
But there are no goodbyes.
It’s saying goodbye to love, though, that is truly the hardest part.
When you pull over the car because words are deer in the road,
And as she lets them loose, you’re hardly dodging the first one before hitting the next.
You feel the moon glow and look into her almond eyes, but they’re looking away
To the stars.
Your tears cascade, and your body shuts down, words skip and chop,
Wanting to hide in their turtle shells, but sometimes saying goodbye to love
Is inevitable, when her hands are cold, and she pulls away from your kiss.
It’s saying goodbye to perfect love that once was that is the hardest part.
But saying goodbye is the glass cannon of mixed results.
It could fire off without problems, which rarely happens.
It could shatter from harsh impact and hurt who lit it from behind,
Or it could send you, the ball, rolling to the side,
Somewhere you hadn’t seen or known about,
Readied in the glass barrel.
And that chance is why saying goodbye is the hardest part.
But chance is why we say goodbye at all.