Monday 11 July 2011

The Goodbye

Cloud watching in the rain,
Somewhere near I hear my name.
It's just an echo from the past
Ripples spreading after stone was cast.
I nestle deep amongst the leaves,
Guarded by the nearby trees.

A quiet chance to say goodbye
Tears glistening, blurring in my eye.
Your name so close, is on my lips,
I caress them slowly with fingertips.
For you, my love, wished me strong,
But how can I be when you are gone?

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