Good-bye
Others may abandon me
over the years. I might have to say good-bye.
But to you, my lips would barely whisper
the word, so that you might have to ask me
to repeat myself several times. And when I whispered
it again, I’d say each syllable in a decade’s time,
so that you might still be waiting
there with me as years pass by. I would pause
on the hyphen between “good” and “bye”, so softly
so long, that we would be wrinkled and grey
by the end. And then with my very last breath
I would not finish the word
and instead tell you how great my love for you has been,
because I’d want you to know before I left.
[© 2010 Sophia Nelson]
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