Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Goodbye and Goodbye Forever
Once upon a stormy day I decided I was ready to set you free, so I raised the window, opened my hand, and like a handkerchief released to the wind you danced beautifully away, as if to show me at once exactly what was lost. I return to the window each day, straining to see the shape of you, perhaps snagged on a branch or hooked on a shingle. Are you long gone, or do you hide somewhere watching, my grief a victory of sorts? I think, rather, that you have left these grounds, so as not to see the day I no longer come to the window.