My Final Goodbye

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.