#good-byes

Almost polite.

stumble from my languid lips

it isn't my idea,

I am only an echo

of your painful parting shots.

.

In some stream of consciousness,

wet with all these thoughts of you;

all gently flowing and ebbing

a continuous tide beneath the huge moon.

  The moon is a bald soprano tonight

singing starful arias into your deepest sleep.

Tell me what you see when you turn out the lights.

Tell me what you see inside your deepest dreams.

  All I remember and all I forget

blur in the blue light from my tv screen

and if the stars tried to warn or tell me

I’m sure I never heard them sing or scream.  

  You can keep us in a photograph

just to keep us in your mind

but if forgetting is what really makes you happy

I’m not fond of good-byes. I use “see you soon” or “talk to you” instead, because good-bye sounds so permanent like you are so sure that you won’t be seeing or talking to each other anymore. It gives that feeling of severing your connection to people with permanence, and that you are not giving re-connection a chance in the future.