Goodbye

Good-Bye Somehow there is a coldness to good-bye a distance felt within an icy breath a longing uncontained by endless sky a labyrinth of darkness at its depth. Footfalls that echo in memory’s fear perfumes scent faded from passion worn sheets haunting thoughts warning the lovers – beware adrift on the sea of “second thought” fleets. Somehow there is no warmth within good-bye cold words that chill the edges of a heart draw tight the painful bonds that bid them fly compress the pounding roar that shouts depart. Thus frost masks the agony of leaving frozen tears the anchored pain of grieving. 9/27/2016 submitted to – Goodbye – Poetry Contest sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron