The Grieving Goodbye

“Goodbye, see you later.”
When . . . hangs in our minds.
I turn my back, making you to sink into the background.
Threaded hearts, dig red marks deeper with each step.
Footfalls weigh the bottom of the ocean,
laborious gasps for breath,
amongst drops cascading down my cheeks,
banging my hand against my parked steering wheel.
I am empty of how you make me smile
I had forgotten that you were there
Yet I doubt you know your definition in my dictionary.
So I let you go.
Maybe someday you’ll read the book and understand the plot.
I know it’s not castles and kingdoms.
But I would don my battle gear and stand with you against the approaching storm
Is it that invisible?
I am here, please don’t leave.


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