The Visit

I visited you today, At that place where you lay. I placed flowers and a picture of you and me at your cold headstone. As I was leaving, the wind picked up, Throwing my hair in my tear-filled eyes, That soon streamed down my face, I tried to t hold them back, Soon gave up on that. I am not who I used to be, I died along time ago, when you had to pass, With one lingering question..... Where is the "good" in this "goodbye?" I visited you today, And cried, fighting the tears back. Trying to figure what good comes from goodbye....