Goodbye
The words fastened to my heart,
And weighed it down to an ocean of sorrow.
Hope, a newly budding, young flower
Is trampled underfoot by harsh reality.
The colors of life have washed away,
Faded into a still life, an empty grey.
I had so many dreams yesterday,
But now all I hold are dreary ashes.
I don’t want to say those words,
They make the happening much more real.
You may forget who I am,
Forget all our memories of laughter.
I don’t want to say a tearful
Goodbye.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013
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