These are hard words to say,these goodbyes,
for they only bring tears to the eyes…
They evoke a picture,lush green,a smile they bring,
And of a tomorrow unknown, no longer seen,no longer spring…
Hath but in thy hands,other words to speak, To elucidate thine sorrow, yet lesser bleak…
A future,where our hands are no longer clasped together, All alive but in memories,that we spent in fine weather…
Call it lady luck,cruel fate,or just destiny
For there must come a day,when we must part ways,
And choose our own path,to life,to harmony,
For there must come a day,when we choose what stays…
Though rivulets may flow,through eyes,unbidden
It doth remind us of some love,still hidden
We all die a little,inside us,somewhere,
These wounds never heal,but we pretend not to care…