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.

4 comments:

Claire said...

i know this pain so well. your last line captures it eloquently and perfectly.

Maria said...

Beautifully written, you pulled me in, love the last line

nadia said...

oh sheila, do i know this, how i know this...

kendalee said...

So perfectly expressed Sheila! I admit that I still go to the window too. But at least now I can imagine a day when I might not. That would have seemed impossible not too long ago Perhaps one day soon, we'll both just not look out anymore... Like the day I suddenly didn't reach for two cups for the morning tea. Not a special day, no conscious difference between it and the day before, but I only went for one cup... One more goodbye.