I heard something today that sparked this poem. “My silence is my essay, my blocked number is my thesis.”
Goodbyes Are Never Easy
Goodbyes are never easy,
especially if the beginning
was only the promise of potential.
Goodbyes are never easy
when you send someone you love
to the ever after
your grief knows no bounds.
Goodbyes are never easy
when your person is still living,
but their mind has so banished
them into the ether of dementia.
Goodbyes are never easy
when it’s something you want
more than anything,
but you can’t have.
Goodbyes are never easy
when you grieve the what if
as well as what is.
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I've been silently binge reading you for a couple of days, completely immersed in your work, and I must say this one made me stop foe a bit.
I have been wanting to write a piece sbout Goodbyes for a while. As a child from divorced parents, an immigrant and citizen of a collapsed country, I've had many goodbyes in my life. Too many.
Goodbye to my country. Goodbye to my family. Goodbye to my friends. Goodbye to my life time and time again.
Bottom line is, this is beautiful, and it touched me in all sorts of ways. Your writing has a softness that reaches deep and stays with you.
Thank you.
Grieving the what if as well as the what is. That really spoke to me.