The Art of Saying Goodbye ...
It has been days since last I've set eyes on you
the thought of never doing so again?
... it tortures me
I'd rather lose myself than lose you
and never feel this way again
though I know I will
Days seem eternal to a broken heart,
but yet we all know about time
and the way it heals
But what if I don't want to heal?
Time is a menace! A heartless despot
waiting to whisk away the memory of you
and replace you with another
as it has done many times before ...
all of those wonderful moments
reduced to shades of gray
Oh, how your smile tortures me!
The memory of it lingers in my soul ...
an aroma soon to fade
The last whispers of a dying fire.
©September 2008 - Eddie Rivera
