A goodbye, for now.

There are different kinds of tears.

Some that come and go,
Some that do not fall,
And some that will make you feel like you have just entered the world,
like a newborn.

I can’t read the letter enough.
There will always be a new tear waiting behind my happy eyes.
Sometimes they do not fall.
They hold still and make me blind…

The words bend and multiply,
But soon they become a river.
When the river is dry, it is soft yet stiff,
alive but cannot move.
The salts stay behind and it is impossible to forget.

I wanted to say goodbye,
But I’m too shy for my own good.
I tried, but there were so many things I wish I could’ve said.

I wish I could have done more for him.
He smiled and laughed.
He said he would be back. I can’t see the future.

A Monday business morning,
A tired and weary time will now be empty.
Focus and hard work will be a place to hide.
There is nothing else to try to do.

A prayer.

I won’t forget.