It's okay.
I am okay.
Strangely.
Simply.
Understood.
At once.
Why would it have made a difference WHO
said goodbye first?
But somehow, it DID.
You said Goodbye,
I died.
I said Goodbye,
and so I AM
FINE.
But it's all strange now –
remembering hardly none at all.
And then in a burst, you laughing, your
face -
perhaps at me.
A trick.
So utterly vanished – in a play of
light,
and darkness, and the hush and silence:
HAS ME
convinced,
There was no truth to what I saw,
What I felt.
What I knew.
A mirage. Like so
much water in the desert – HARDLY there.
And the silence, and not even an
UTTERANCE of your name, except that in the dream –
by all
whom I was convinced
KNEW YOU,
has me :
believing,
That I am bound in a straight Jacket.
So, when I feel the need to say
anything to you,
to communicate on any level: I feel the
calmness spread through me,
And the feeling dissipates...
What Higher Being Administrates this
calming injection, that has me forgetting that YOU
EVER EXISTED.
At least not of recent.
I truly believed that you were real...
What an IMAGINATION!
The straight jacket has dissolved and I
have become Grounded.
I have finally Connected to MY TRUTH.
And YOU were never a part of it –
However on this day, and forever more,
I wish you love and light in whatever
your
PATH – whatever YOUR TRUTH.
And though I wish it not so:
Allow me to say
My final Goodbye.
