Leaving and moving means goodbyes. This is an oft repeated scene.
A Last Time
A last moment
A last reverie
Sharing the trivial
Warmly.
Saying little
Yet, saying much
Sharing outwardly
Such and such.
Almost gruff
Instructions to part
Do we ever learn the art?
Of goodbyes
In this place.
Last look
Upon that face
Last firm and desperate
Embrace.
Now the memories
Leave a trace
Inscribed on the heart
In a special place.
Simon C.J. Falk 24 December 2017
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Merry Christmas Simon, and good luck with the move.
Thanks Penny. Merry Christmas to you too.
So lovely.
This almost moved me to tears. No we never learn how to say goodbye. Lovely piece of poetry
Pretty close to home for me. It was about a person I was quite close to before moving town.
It must have hurt a lot to make you pen down something as moving as this in response.