Good Bye
GOOD BYE
She slowly walked away,
Turning at the open door.
“Good bye” she whispered and said,
While looking at the bare floor.
The door opening framed her figure,
As she whispered those two words.
Hands together and looking down,
As if praying to the Lord.
Slowly the frame grew bigger and bigger,
But her figure remained the same.
Then there was no frame, there was no wall,
Just your figure for me to call.
There was no cooking, there were no fights,
There were no children to throw the ball.
There was no house, there was no pain,
Just your figure for me to call.
No more thoughts of love and happiness,
No more tears will ever fall.
She quickly turned and walked away,
But I wasn’t there for me to call.
Luis M. Lambert
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