A Goodbye is Not Always Forever
Who would’ve thought
That A North Wind
Would be gusting so strongly in here?
And I’m wondering now, how did it get in?
But it doesn't matter, does it?
You probably know that
I will firmly stand, steadfast, in the face of it,
And I'll try to ignore the echoes
From all these empty voices that are
Whispering
Inside here, where my cobwebbed shadows begin,
You know, these voices, that are telling me
That this must be the start of it...
The start of your imagined goodbye.
Because I am knowing that
No capricious wind has the power to pluck
The rich promises of fruit from a watermelon,
While leaving only the picked over pieces
On the rind that’s left behind
And I want you to know that
I’m refusing your offer
Of this empty cup
Because,
You see,
In my mind,
A friend is forever.
And somehow, a friend like you is pretty hard to find
So this is the me
That is still standing
Here, within the prison of my North Wind world
The me
That is still looking for you,
Even though, you are
The you,
That is still trying…
Trying so hard..
To tell me
Your imagined goodbye
By Morning Song
© 2010 Morning Song
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