The Final Goodbye

The Final Goodbye short poem

Photo by Mike Sinko

You said you would be back in a minute
But the minute became eternity.
Swirling waters erased your physical presence
And I was left with just a distant memory.
Our journey was cut short
You travelled to the other world
And I dealt with my loneliness in this world.
Days have passed, still it takes ages to get used to your absence.
There was no time to prepare for the final goodbye.
My World was ripped apart.
Tears well up in my eyes and I huddle up in a corner.
I put up a brave front but am broken inside.
Death is the final full stop and I know that
But when it knocks on your door, all philosophy vanishes.
I will survive as life has to move on
But just wish I had been prepared for the final goodbye.

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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