Goodbyes Aren’t Forever
Death doesn’t end love
You were a cloud once,
billowing in the blue.
Another time, you sang
from the throat of a songbird.
Notes hurtled into tall poppies
that swung in the breeze till
dusk dripped.
A hundred years before,
you glinted on a river,
shining as life’s reflection.
And a decade sooner, you
went in and out with the tide
as driftwood from a far-flung
island where macaws lit the trees.
When you left this time, I
remembered goodbyes
don’t last. You’ll breeze in as
a wise owl or fall as a leaf
to nourish the earth, and
one day our paths will cross
and joy will ring out like
bells to greet the dawn.
Bridget Webber writes articles for magazines and websites; she often ghostwrites for professionals who can’t spare the time to pen compositions. She’s written poetry eBooks and is featured in several leading publications.
