Farewell.
Words...
What is it about a beloved's words,
falling like soft rose petals,
caressing one with gentleness and soothing fragrance?
What is it about a beloved's words,
that rain like hail of rocks-
denting, cracking and breaking fragile things that can't be repaired?
What is it about a beloved's sharp, cutting silence,
that belittles, demeans and shatters
fragile things that can't be repaired?
What is it about a beloved's
living, breathing death
that stabs and pierces the heart that burns, aches, and throbs with pain,
then freezes everything numb.
What is it about a beloved's silent goodbye,
with no farewell,
that breaks the heart, the soul, the spirit?
It is all right, beloved.
You do not owe me words.
You do not owe me time.
Farewell.
