Bright night
Moonlit site
Morning sun
Now breakfast buns
Still fish
Trout tails swish
How do you say goodbye to the only person in this world who has been through hell and back with you. When they don’t even see it coming from you but deep down inside your heart you know it’s time to let go of them.
You keep telling yourself that it’s for the best because you don’t have much time left in this world. There’s nothing more anyone can do. Nothing is going to change the sickness. So, saying goodbye is for the best.
While trying not to leave them damaged and praying for their pain to heal as they move on with their life without you in it. Hoping all the walls they had put up to protect themselves from the hurt in this world that they don’t put them up and give someone a chance to love them the way you did.
Knowing you don’t have a choice but to say goodbye. While you still have time and can hold on to the memories and all the dreams that you shared with them. Praying for just one more day and hoping they don’t see the tears rolling down your face and the pain of breaking two hearts.
How do you say goodbye to the only person in this world who has been through hell and back with you. When they don’t even see it coming from you but deep down inside your heart you know it’s time to let go of them.
You keep telling yourself that it’s for the best because you don’t have much time left in this world. There’s nothing more anyone can do. Nothing is going to change the sickness. So, saying goodbye is for the best.
While trying not to leave them damaged and praying for their pain to heal as they move on with their life without you in it. Hoping all the walls they had put up to protect themselves from the hurt in this world that they don’t put them up and give someone a chance to love them the way you did.
Knowing you don’t have a choice but to say goodbye. While you still have time and can hold on to the memories and all the dreams that you shared with them. Praying for just one more day and hoping they don’t see the tears rolling down your face and the pain of breaking two hearts.
you can let go now
I love you, Mom, I whisper
her hand rests in mine
I poured my drink out on the ground tonight
In honour of you
In honour of what we had
In honour of the future we lost
You may not be in the ground
But you’re no longer in my thoughts
So this one tonight is goodbye
Goodbye to pining, the whining and the lying
Goodbye to the pain
Because there was no gain
Work hard and you will achieve your dreams
But my dream was you
You were meant to be my firsts and my lasts
Whole life ahead of us
Planned to the letter
Till death do us part
Well that part of me dies tonight
So this drops for the dreamers and the believers
Because my dream fell tonight
And this drink is to the lovers
Because love shall conquer all
Just not your heart
So I pour my drink out on the ground tonight
To say goodbye to a dream
And to you my love
Because all dreams are forgotten come morning
Time’s hands never stop;
All gets vanquished in its jaws;
It cares for nothing.
When looking love and beauty
and how in our life they may apply…
we need to look no further
than to every hello and goodbye.
When we witness the wonder of childbirth…
see a new life miraculously grow
we discover in that moment…
all the love and beauty
there is in a hello.
When that baby joins his parents…
when two people become three
we discover over and over again…
the love and beauty of family.
When our family gathers together…
in that moment…
and every moment after
we discover the beauty contained in a smile…
and the love there is in laughter.
When we witness our family’s heartaches
our hardships, sorrows and fears
we discover all the love and beauty
embedded in shared tears.
And when we gather around a family member
who is about to die…
we discover in those moments…
he love…
and the beauty…
of goodbye.
We are but temporary visitors here…
which means we need to try…
to find the love and beauty inherent
in every hello…
and goodbye.
In daughter a river seen I had,
Wee bit homeward tried to wean I had.
It’s so hard to say goodbye to her,
With clenched fist, home lush green seen I had.
Her life sea-bound imagined I had,
A live stream beneath sun seen I had.
The banks looking bare, she coursing far,
Home, not so love-less lean, seen I had.
Eyes homeward, life marine seen I had,
Her journey riverine seen I had.
Heart anchored to the birth-bound old shore,
The rest turning saline seen I had.
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Musings | 27.09.2026| daughter, goodbye, home, river, Quatrain
Based on a Muktak (as under) in Gujarati by Darshak Aacharya: Along with two stanzas added in anapaest meter.
Dikree mañ meiñ nadee bhali hatee,
Aitle to ghar taraf vali hatee.
Dekree ne kem karavuñ avajo?
Dost, muthee aitale vali hatee.
As interlude of turmoil swerves
on my mind
leading me to reach for waning hours ,
there is a lull of evening's heave
grating within the ledge of isolation,
until gazing long enough
into darkness, I blink to recall
the revelries trapped in dried blossoms
of ardor now enmeshed ,entangled:
These haunting screams jut out
from a frame of hardened boughs
buried deep among frigid weeds-- and I wail,
stripping night's foliage of farewell
with knots of abandonment ...
and autumn loses its elegance,
those misted tears invading the glint
behind our past trysts --
that I learn how desolate this stained time
retreats when he fades away
like a ghastly ghost,
when the soul-stars dream and die...
knowing in fall's requiem,
I am no longer there.
How can i mourn something i’ve never known
Still I pretend to swim
in the endless sea
nigh of any true misery
only the discomfort of martyrdom
inflicted upon those who will learn
to forget my name
shroud my shattered remains in gossamer
let time feast on my flesh
strip from me all of value
yield to nothing but my eyes
an unmade carcass of becoming
shall drift loosely carried by the windless tide
watching—waiting for the day to bleed into the night
Grief does not belong here
It has no home
Tears shall not be shed where I lay
Irises will not rest by my tomb
Palms will not dig to unearth me
For a stranger cannot be mourned
If they were never known
Left me so behind,
Should you still be one of mine,
You weren't just one of mine, but the only one,
And I was only someone.
Guess I chased a cloud
That disappeared without a sound,
You weren't there to catch my fall,
You just rained on me, that's all.
No use shouting in a vacuum where no sound can go,
Or explaining to those who never cared to know.
So I'll grow into the new me, the one who's coming through,
For this time, I'm done being blue.
Off the land and into the pit, September rolls around.
Simple days have long since gone upon the family ground.
Stolen pride-dignity.
Gossip hounds' voices sound like trumpets to the games.
I'm in the pit, grease to my neck, not hearing the marching band.
But thoughts intrude, they are so vain, adding layers to the pain.
My dream is muddled in murky grey as the selfish look for more.
Holding on till morning light, body spent, truth ignored.
I'm but a serf upon my land, the devil has the upper hand.
So as September rolls on through, my thoughts no longer good.
Purple bands upon our hands, the grease hides all the pain.
Dreams alive for those who stare, not a clue of something wrong.
For in this pit and man-made hell, I'm struggling to hold on.
Stress like devil's electric pain, the blood beats through my veins.
Beats of heart like coffin nails erase the final stand.
In the box the farmer goes, absent from the land.
Rob a farmer of his love, you steal his soul.
There's nothing left, they're asking why, but refuse to understand.
No one is home.
The address is returned to sender.
The user you desire to speak is no longer available.
To send a numeric page please press five now.
Ferment in the waiting room of life.
The catacombs of the mind are empty.
From the grave they will not rise.
The life you once knew is now fleeted.
You're out of time.
Exhale. Inhale. Exhale again.
False memory is not gospel.
Queue the piano, and bring in some coffee to go.
Crack a smile.
Adjust your tie.
Goodbye.
Contest: The Unseen Poetry
Prompt: The thing that was never said
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
She had to leave the country suddenly.
Niether she nor I chose for it to be this way.
There was this thing that was never said.
There is an aching inside the soul when there's
Someone to whom you never got to say goodbye.
I did not realize it at the time,
But in short order, I was certain that
The relationship was not meant to be.
Still, there was this thing that was never said.
Strangely enough, a similar occurrence happened
A second time. There was a brife romance that
Did not continue for very different reasons. We
Were like a plane that never got airborne. The
Love was intack, but the facts quietly spoke and
said, 'No'. We parted company and chose not
To say goodbye.
Again, for different reasons, under different
circumstances, there was this thing that was
never said. We never said, "Goodbye".
The final threshold.
Death gives a sign,
uncertainty and unanswered questions.
A strong and sturdy bridge,
that many have walked across.
Listening in the emptiness,
a harp without strings.
Emotionally imperfect.
Words fail,
thoughts and feelings dominate the room.
~ without need for description
You have struggled for so long.
Accepting does not refer giving up.
The thing I never said
meant nothing,
Words cannot change the course of life.
A night without a facade,
reflecting your truth and sagacity.
You do not need to prepare.
Follow the light in soothing peace,
with unconditional acceptance.
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