I Know I Didn’t Get to Say Goodbye-poem

I Know I Didn’t Get to Say Goodbye-poem

I know i didn’t get to say goodbye
The least you want to even hear
You needed badly my hellos
Of the visits i missed the most.

I know i didn’t get to say goodbye
But let me just come in for once
Let me have a moment with you
We’ll make it worth, i swear to you

I know i didn’t get to say goodbye
That’s why you left without waiting
Without a trail of not knowing why
You’re gone, without goodbye too

Where are you now?
That, i will never sure know
But please let me take a look
Of how life has become since you left
Without a single trace of goodbye.
Note:

Inspiration prompted by the poem “I am Willing” of Gina https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/i-am-willing/

Posted for Willow Poetry https://helenevaillant.com/2019/01/22/what-do-you-see-january-22-2019/

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Star -Crossed Love (inverted etheree)

Star – Crossed Love (inverted etheree)

Just when you thought you know how the world is
to two star-crossed lovers victims of  circumstances and bad choices
you believed you feel their pain
and the silent screaming
without words you hear
you never know
up and till
you are
one.

 

P.S.

A continuation of my evesdropping (again) over a couple seated next to me in plane  on my flight back home from a recent travel abroad.

How Do I Say Goodbye?

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I.
I took the plane with you, our
hands joined together when you ask
I wanna know how can something
so wrong feels so right all along?
and when does a love so true
never actually was meant to be?
Will someone please let me know.

Chorus I:

So i say just love me and make me smile
‘Cos baby that’s all i need for a while.
Please help me make it through..

II.

The plane is on its final descent now,
Will this be then our last goodbye?
And soon it will be taxing
we will part ways, that’s for sure
But I still wanna know how do i say
my final goodbye?
Will someone please let me know.

Chorus II:

So i say just love me now and make me smile
‘Cos baby that’s all i need for a while
Please help me make it through.

 

Bridge..

Baby help me make it through
As i walk home alone without you..

 

 

 

P.S.

I was seated next to a lovely couple on a plane  during my recent trip abroad. Little did i know that this lovely couple will teach me one lesson in life that we thought we all know but actually really dont: that is -love really knows no bounds.
My heart truely bleeds as i silently watched them say their final goodbye.
A tear drop as i saw them kissed their probably last kiss.

Goodbyes

I can’t think of a better way to discuss this anxious feeling than in long ranting…..(if this is a rant)…let me say for the record that i am not in any way sad, lonely or troubled. 

Lately i have been witnessing so many deaths within our circle of friends. 

My father died….i never even had the chance to say goodbye.

My brother died…i never even had the chance to say goodbye too.

My father – in – law died…that time i was there beside him…..Ahhhh the irony of life…

Goodbyes are as much as part of our lives as the seasons of the year.  The story of gain and loss, of joy and sorrow, of life and death, of union and separation, is inside each of us.  The cycle begins at birth when we were broken loose from our mother’s womb. The cycle continues throughout our lives. 

Whoever has not said farewell to someone and felt a great heartache and a deep sadness, wanting to stop the process and wondering when the ache inside would ever leave?  Many years ago i remembered saying goodbye to my father who came to visit us. …that last little space when an onrush of sadness suddenly wells up and causes a great inadequacy of expression.  Dad turned and hugged me. Then he looked at me with a tear prompting to drop in his eyes and painfully said..” i will miss you..”…..It was his last goodbye.

Do we ever get used to saying goodbye? Or should we? I think not. Saying goodbye helps us to experience the depths of our human condition. It leads us to a much deeper understanding of what it means to live life in its mystery and wholeness. we ought not to be afraid of partings that life asks of us.  Nor ought we have to hold back in giving ourselves fully to love, to the wonderful growth opportunities of investing ourselves in people and events.

       days are long,

      weeks pass by…

     clock ticks faster…

     this time ever…

      goodbye, we say..

      with hope someday soon

      we’ll meet ever again…..

P.S  a random rant about parting…ranting for no particular reason…