Wednesday, 29 June 2016

'Lessons'



Learn how to say goodbye
through every storm that would pass.
Late at night,
or early in the morning, strip
yourself bare. Crumble
to the ground
in an explosion of tears. Slowly,
start to separate
your silver headed self;
through the quicksand of grief, settle
into stillness. Dream
of a love that shines,
the dance of light
through windows. Whisper
to the full blue moon:
Now is the time
to move.
Learn how to say goodbye
through every storm that would pass.
Our story will always be ours.
Even in the goodbye.






(A found poem from the words and phrases appearing in this article:
http://www.elephantjournal.com/…/this-is-how-we-say-goodbye/ )