The Last Goodbye

In memories’ grasp, we said our last goodbyes, A day steeped in sorrow, tears filled our eyes. Amidst the city’s maze, my heart lost its way, A vessel adrift, in disarray, I would sway. No purpose, no path, just a soul undone, Reflecting upon the scorching heat, I’d shun. Then, like a savior, a cloud pure and bright, A pale white guardian, shielding from the sunlight. It traversed the miles, braving the burning dome, Seeking relief, as my tears welled, it roamed. For a fleeting moment, it lingered, so kind, A gentle companion, relief I’d find. But gravity’s grasp tugged, it fell to the ground, Splintered into droplets, scattered all around. Now, when a lone cloud drifts through the air, I sense its yearning, its longing, its silent despair. It searches for hearts shattered and torn, Offering shadow until the clouds are reborn. Transient like love, passing through the sky, Its healing touch fleeting, bidding hearts goodbye. Yet, still, I gaze upon those clouds with a tear, Hoping they’ll mend my shattered heart, draw near. In their gentle embrace, my pain they’ll erase, These lonely clouds, with their healing grace.