Is It Goodbye?
Is it goodbye?
Now that I am gone,
drowning in my tears,
we say forever and for
years
we and our feelings and
fears
Just like the swaying of the
trees
our pounding heart agrees
water flows, that changing
breeze
shall I just let these grow,
feelings here
in my Imagination
and silent dreams
as I Sleep, I will remember
the love that you sow
—I hoped it might grow