☆°▪︎ THE HOLLOW SHAPE OF GOODBYE ▪︎°☆

You

know

.

y

o

u

.

are

running

.

o

u

t

.

of

.

t

i

m

e

.

when,

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

do,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

say,

resembles

.

t

h

e

.

gray,

hollow

shape

.

o

f

.

good-bye . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

gray,

hollow

shape

.

o

f

.

good-bye . . .

.

.

.

You

thought

.

I

.

might

cry . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

thought

.

I

.

might . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

true

poet’s

.

savor

the

.

.

.

d

i

v

e

 ~ the

somber

reprise

.

o

f

.

twilight

.

t

i

d

e

s

.

gone

by . . .

.

.

.

I

apologize

.

t

h

a

t

.

I

.

a

m

.

not

.

t

h

e

.

ordinary

guy . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

I

.

l

o

o

k

.

forward

.

t

o

.

dismal

skies . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

emotional

suicide . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

to

truly

appreciate

.

t

h

e

.

joys

.

i

n

.

life . . .

.

.

.

one

.

m

u

s

t

.

experience

.

n

o

t

.

only

.

t

h

e

.

highs . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

also

.

t

h

e

.

lows

.

a

n

d

.

declines . . .

.

.

.

sometimes . . .

.

.

.

for

days . . .

.

.

.

for

weeks . . .

.

.

.

for

months . . .

.

.

.

a

t

.

.

.

a

time . . .

.

.

.

You’re

leaving,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

I

can

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

pretend . . .

.

.

.

You’re

leaving,

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in

again . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in

again . . .

.

.

.

until

.

I

.

spin

.

i

n

t

o

.

chagrin . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

end . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in . . .

.

.

.

I

hold

.

i

t

.

in

again . . .

.

.

.

You

know

.

y

o

u

.

are

running

.

o

u

t

.

of

.

t

i

m

e

.

when,

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

do,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

what

.

y

o

u

.

say,

resembles

.

t

h

e

.

gray,

hollow

shape

.

o

f

.

good-bye . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

gray,

hollow

shape

.

o

f

.

good-bye.

Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2001 where the contemplator tends to confront and ride the highs, and lows, and declines of life. We get the feeling he or she will never find true happiness living in that fashion – for those who surround the affected party are likely to disappear and distance themselves over time.