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.