☆°▪︎ THE MANY SIDES OF GOODBYE ▪︎°☆

Another

goodbye

blurs

.

m

y

.

eyesight,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

still

I

realize,

it

.

i

s

.

just

.

f

o

r

.

a

.

little

while . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

i

s

.

just

.

f

o

r

.

a

.

while . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

although

.

n

o

t

.

side

.

b

y

.

side . . .

.

.

.

n

o

part

.

o

f

.

you

.

c

a

n

.

be

erased

.

b

y

.

time . . .

.

.

.

 ~ nothing

.

c

a

n

.

be

erased

.

b

y

.

time . . .

.

.

.

because

there

.

a

r

e

.

many

sides . . .

.

.

.

s

o

many,

many

sides

.

.

o

f

.

.

goodbye . . .

.

.

.

There

.

a

r

e

.

sides

.

t

h

a

t

.

die . . .

.

.

.

sides

.

t

h

a

t

.

try . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sides

.

t

h

a

t

.

know

how

.

t

o

.

lie . . .

.

.

.

There

.

a

r

e

.

sides

t

h

a

t

.

hide . . .

.

.

.

sides

.

t

h

a

t

.

take

flight . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

sides

.

t

h

a

t

.

know

.

n

o

t

.

why . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

I

.

do

.

n

o

t

.

mind,

being

blinded

.

b

y

.

every

gray

line

.

a

n

d

.

each

shaded,

chaotic

design

.

o

f

.

goodbye . . .

.

.

.

because

.

I

.

a

m

.

one

.

t

o

.

realize

they

add . . .

.

.

.

 ~ they

add

.

t

o

.

all

.

t

h

a

t

was . . .

.

.

.

is . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

will

be

.

i

n

.

life . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

memories

.

c

a

n

.

always

.

b

e

.

kind . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

there’s

.

n

o

.

cause

.

t

o

.

cry,

when

.

y

o

u

.

realize,

there’s

.

s

o

.

many

reasons

.

t

o

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

 ~ there’s

just

.

s

o

.

many

reasons

.

t

o

.

smile,

.

a

n

d

.

forward

drive,

.

a

n

d

.

glimmer

.

a

n

d

.

glide,

upon

those

warming

lights,

which

burned

.

s

o

.

bright . . .

.

.

.

because

.

o

n

c

e

.

upon

a

time,

together

.

w

e

.

smiled,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

were

part

.

o

f

.

a

life . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

that

starshine

which

beams

.

s

o

.

bright . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

makes

.

o

n

e

.

feel

.

s

o

.

alive . . .

.

.

.

 ~ that

starshine

.

w

h

i

c

h

.

added

.

s

u

c

h

.

shimmer,

.

a

n

d

.

hope,

.

a

n

d

.

love,

.

a

n

d

.

fire,

.

a

n

d

.

color,

.

a

n

d

.

charm . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

a

.

bold

brilliance

.

t

o

.

life . . .

.

.

.

partly

came

.

f

r

o

m

.

each,

.

a

n

d

.

all,

.

a

n

d

.

every

.

p

a

s

t

.

goodbye . . .

.

.

.

 ~ every

.

p

a

s

t

.

goodbye,

which

might

.

h

a

v

e

.

otherwise,

forever

made

.

u

s

.

cry . . .

.

.

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

day

.

w

e

.

came

.

t

o

.

realize,

.

i

t

.

is

.

w

e

.

who

decide

which

parts

.

t

o

.

polish

.

a

n

d

.

prize . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

which

parts

.

t

o

.

bury,

.

a

n

d

.

leave

behind . . .

.

.

.

 ~ which

parts

.

o

f

.

each,

.

a

n

d

.

all,

.

a

n

d

.

every

goodbye

.

t

o

.

forward

.

i

n

.

time . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

understand

that

.

i

s

.

why . . .

.

.

.

you

a

r

e

.

you,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

I

.

a

m

.

I . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

for

that . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

f

o

r

.

that . . .

.

.

.

w

e

can

smile,

.

a

n

d

.

dance,

.

a

n

d

.

shine,

.

a

n

d

.

realize . . .

.

.

.

i

t

all

brought

.

u

s

.

to

who,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

why,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

where

.

w

e

.

are

right

.

n

o

w

.

in

life . . .

.

.

.

s

o

whether

goodbye

.

f

o

r

.

now,

.

o

r

.

goodbye

forever . . .

.

.

.

each

.

a

n

d

.

every

goodbye

.

c

a

n

.

add

a

warmth

.

t

o

.

our

shine,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

a

sparkle

.

t

o

.

our

eye . . .

.

.

.

So

yes,

another

goodbye

might

blur

.

m

y

.

eyesight . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

there

.

a

r

e

many

sides . . .

.

.

.

s

o

many,

many

sides

.

o

f

.

goodbye.

Reflection: This was a forgotten inspirational/hope-themed poem I wrote back in August of 2019 to help people deal with the “goodbyes” in their lives by understanding that every experience no matter how lengthy, how short, how large, how small, how powerful, or how subtle adds to the living collage that becomes who we are at any given point in time. And we result from all of those contributing parts and pieces. So, get into the practice of cherishing, loving, and appreciating all of that throughout your life. A favorite Dr. Suess quote comes to mind here: “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” So, do this if you can. I played the wonderful gem of a song “Nihilist Abyss” by Emily Haines in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.