Sad Goodbye

by Michael J Falotico

                                               Two lips once connected..
                                                 Hands now have let go..
                                              Voices no longer dissected..
                                                 Now an email to speak..
                                         Pen Pals for a time but now too weak..
                                             Worlds apart, where to hide..
                                                Just another sad goodbye..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 28, 2011 at 1:39 PM
Very well crafted, and I can definitely identify with the feelings your expressing :)
Mclaughlin Avatar
May 28, 2011 at 6:24 AM
Aww this remind's me of something Great Pen Smiles :@)
Song Avatar
May 23, 2011 at 8:25 AM
Is this your cry me a river poem? ha ha Just havin fun on this rainy Monday. Glad your contest produced such awesome entries..Hey, let's have a joint contest the first of June...Soup mail me if interested..u were the first choice. Gwendolen
Neels Avatar
May 22, 2011 at 2:17 PM
Been there, somehow the most difficult thing to do is say goodbye.. Love your reflective write Mr. F.. Love Wilma
Dietrich Avatar
May 22, 2011 at 12:25 AM
Yes, it's what happens with long distance. My son is still living apart from his new wife. They are still waiting for permission for her to take her kids out of state! I enjoyed this one, Michael.
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May 21, 2011 at 2:47 PM
It happens, what seems like a true connection....and then for whatever reason, fades. I too ponder, and it seems to be a sadness that grips most of us some time or another. Yes...this one, most of us will relate. So well expressed in this touching poem.
Horne Avatar
May 21, 2011 at 12:56 PM
Yes, as you said, our poems are very similar in theme, Michael. Lovely write, my friend
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May 21, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Michael, I saw your comment on Jack Horne's poem and agree. You were on the same wavelength today. Jack is also happily married like you, so his write was based on memories. I'm sure he'll be reading your poem soon. Love, Carolyn
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May 21, 2011 at 10:59 AM
so hard to keep in touch with all those who affected our lives in some way Michael.. the extension of your magnificent words tell the tale of this situation.. well these are lovely lines.. deep and intense as u my friend.. my W.K. as your Jersey Girl is being spoiled and pampered and oh the flowers that just arrived.. too awesome to describe.. I think I shall keep this Ron a bit..haha..
Devonshire Avatar
May 21, 2011 at 10:28 AM
I saw your comment below and am glad this write is based on memories, Michael. People do drift apart gradually sometimes. When the emails end, sometimes we don't notice at first. After a while, though, we start wondering how the distance grew. Very touching poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn
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May 21, 2011 at 9:45 AM
Hi! Michael.. i don't know what your talking about... send me an e-mail ,, lol... that's a joke... to your sad goodbye... no fair your breaking hearts on line... now that is a sad way to say good bye... and as for happy... i think you have all of cloud 9 covered.. now get off and let me on... lol... sorry just happy this morning... and I'm kidding about the e- mails.. ((just in case poets think its me your saying good bye too)).. * umm! it's not me right *.. j.k. always your friend,..p.d.
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May 21, 2011 at 9:33 AM
I'm sure my Soup Family must think I'm not happy from these writes... Trust me I am very happy..Just makes me happy to write on sadder times... Just a crazy Poet sounding off.............
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