Goodbye

The words fastened to my heart,

And weighed it down to an ocean of sorrow.

Hope, a newly budding, young flower

Is trampled underfoot by harsh reality.

The colors of life have washed away,

Faded into a still life, an empty grey.

I had so many dreams yesterday,

But now all I hold are dreary ashes.

I don’t want to say those words,

They make the happening much more real.

You may forget who I am,

Forget all our memories of laughter.

I don’t want to say a tearful

Goodbye.