Saying Goodbye

“By the way” he said, “by the by,

I am leaving, goodbye!

I’ll take the road, I’ll be en route,

Perhaps you’ll care, or not give two hoots…”

I’ll miss you – her countenance said;

I’ll miss you – his countenance read;

Both lying out of ignorance and sentimentality,

As if they’d been stripped out of their personality.

In the end he took his final bow,

Thus closing the last act of this show.

Deep inside he knew:

“All in all it’s just the same,

I’ll be gone, we’ll be lame,

If I ever loved you.”

One sometimes forget that every parting is final,

It’s easier to believe that we share a space and a time…

He did hope to get back to her, like he’d gone back to vinyl,

To an echo from the past that in his heart warmly chimed.

So in fear of oblivion and anticipated solitude,

And additionally prompted by tender gratitude,

He acknowledged his debt and dependence to her love:

“We’ll meet again, my dear, goodbye, my dear, goodbye!”