Goodbye.

Food sticks like a lump in my throat

As I force down another mouthful.

It burns my mouth, my lips, my tastebuds,

And tears rise then gently fall.

I dream of a wonderland, pure like snow

Made by the talented hand of magic.

Happiness encircles me.

And I turn, awake again.

And your face is the first thing I see.

I cling to the memories, but know that if I didn't,

They'd stay to torment me anyway

The good times pushed aside by the bad,

Like the time I didn't get to say

Goodbye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is so much different to what I usually write, but it is a factor that happens to all of us at one point in our lives.

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Laura Minns's picture

I love this one
and the message is SO simple
not getting to say goodbye .. got to be the worst possible thing
really well writen =]
x

Charlotte Pattison's picture

wonderful poem yet so sad, well done.

Stephanie Taylor's picture

Very sad and wonderful.
Steph Taylor

Toni ------'s picture

Tears rose then gently fell