For Poets There Are No Good Good-Byes

I don't recall one Not one that didn't Leave me sad or Angry, Lost, Forlorn... Empty at one time or Another Missing someone before They even closed the door. Yearned for some note or call To for get it all...that no good Good-bye... Oh the sadness in the Song of a poet's good-bye Though we boast to handle More than most...after all We have the words to cover our Wounds, often left bare Because someone pretended To care... There are a string of good-byes here And our thoughts are weary, Eyes often tear filled, Hearts crushed, stepped upon, Because someone stepped in Pretending to be the all knowing God... Lets meet again, Somewhere, To say hello again, With welcoming words and Warm hearts With no thoughts of those No good Good-byes! C. Alvez