We said goodbye
Like a man on his death bed,
Mere thoughts barely escaping our lips
Fluttering eyes closing in pain,
Like the wings of a butterfly
Brushing away the hurtful memory.

I saw the green fields
And skipped through the mist
Dark sadness filled the air
And crushed the soul I had fallen into,
Like rain on a stormy night.

So many thoughts fly,
As the hurt in my eyes
Is no longer comforted,
By the one saying goodbye.

And like the old man
I inhale my last breath,
my last sight,
my last solemn memory.
As I long to hold on
But I must let go
And say my last
Sweet goodbye.