Goodbye
I am on top of a granite
mountain. My back against
the wind, I slowly wave my
right hand. My farewell
to you. I love you, but,
always the but, you
don't love me. There
shows no signs on your face
no quiver of the lip,
no tears. It's not fair
for me to keep you in
a jar like a lightning
bug. Your glow will die
in the morning and I
will be filled with regret.
I don't want to hurt you
if I touch you, you may
fall apart like petals off
an orchid. I want to dive
off this mountain, fling
myself into the abyss
below, but I'm a coward
and afraid of heights. I
want you to hold my hand
just as you did in the beginning-
to share the excitement
of something new again.
I wonder what you will do
if we will ever meet again
in this life or the next,
if we will be two passing
strangers on a city street.
Goodbye, love.
17:18
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