So as to not disturb the silence from which
this poem came I will whisper goodbye.
No goodbyes to the space that will always
hold us but goodbye to the vastness of
that space. No goodbyes to your face that
is there for friends in the good book of
these days, and no goodbyes to your face
in smiling pictures from those days,
but goodbye to seeing eye to eye.
Goodbye to your hands: I loved them to
look at, and being gifted by them with
pleasures. Goodbye to the pleasure of
knowing you well. Goodbye to your voice-
its tone and timbre, and your written voice-
its passion and poignancy. Goodbye to all you
were for me—heartbreaker and muse, taker
and lover, forsaker and friend, forgiver and
forgiven.
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*first stanza - with a nod to final line of HOW TO BE A POET by Wendell Berry
Written for The Mag: Mag 278 that inspired with the above image prompt.
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