Goodbyes arePosted: March 21, 2015
Good byes are meant for healing,
For retrieving the tiny bits of self, scattered
Along the milky way that you built inside your head
Loving mirages, a lifetime’s work
Taking minutes to dismantle, the loosened bricks
That had crumbled over the years.
Goodbyes are meant to bleed they say
First in gushing torrents, then little streams
And then in sad trickles turning to drops
To dried canals along the cheeks.
Goodbyes are empty canisters
That you fill with little memory shards
Nasty little ‘could have been’s, those nagging ‘what if’s,
Seal with the possibilities of wasted years and bury
Deep, deep down in your backyard with little twigs of remembrance
As markers of what had been.
Goodbyes are pungent, like camphor
Lingering and sticky, just a whiff
Can paralyze with helplessness.
Goodbyes, those necessary evils, those ambiguous plots
Sudden death, like murder
Distant lightning without the thunder
Whispers without the tenderness
Punishment without reward
A dainty hope to kill in the womb,
A gentle touch to forget
And forgive, if you can.