This is goodbye….
Tansy Peschel
I am standing on top of the hill,
There is a pine box at my feet.
I have dug a hole,
Just about that deep.
I have tears running down my face,
Wind whipping through my shorn hair,
The winter rain can't compete,
The storm has come,
To say goodbye.
In my box are things
I need to leave,
Things I have been holding onto,
Not letting myself grieve.
The butterflies I wear in my hair,
The jasper you brought to me.
The songs I hear
And know the dream is gone.
I am not broken.
Just battered and bruised.
The things I take with me
Can't be buried in earth.
Knowing where to touch you
That makes you lose control.
The spot on your side
Where I can make you laugh.
Waking up with your arms
Holding me secure.
The hair on your chest
That tickles my cheek.
Looking at me
Knowing what I think.
Finishing my thoughts,
Reaching my soul.
Taking me places,
I have never been.
The wonder in my eyes
As I dream .
I pick up the shovel
And pat down the earth.
Tears and rain mingle
Upon my cheeks.
I walk down the path,
Without looking back.
I put our memories to rest,
Until the song plays…
I know I will see you again,
Maybe it will be planned,
Or maybe you will
Be with someone else.
It would be easier
To bury you
Than the thoughts and dreams
I am leaving behind.
