Some goodbyes don’t slam shut — they drift.

Two people standing on opposite shores,

still tossing words across the water

because neither can admit the tide already took them.

This is the kind of farewell you whisper,

not because you’re weak,

but because the truth finally learned how to speak for itself.

Good morning Ms. Quill, 

Tis another lovely day. 

I read all the words  

You wanted to say. 

I'm a little disappointed 

I thought all was ok. 

So,  

I bring words now to read,  

if you so may. 

 
I'm not responding  

With any intent to stay. 

Nor is there a game 

I’m trying to play. 
 

This isn't the ploy of an obvious knave. 

 
It isn't a toss of words  

You so oftenly crave. 
 
See,  

I read the whole poem  

multiple times. 

 
I’m still just the monster  

That committed the crimes. 

 
But our time together 

I no longer rewind. 
 

Replaying those moments   

Isn't good for my mind. 

 
Tis wise to move on 

Here’s hoping the future is kind. 

 
I myself have my own mountains to climb. 

 
But when I finish this genuine rhyme 

You’ll see the goodbyes  

Were only on time. 

 
 
I’ll not speak of the past 

Your recollection rings true, 

 
Instead  

Just of the present and future 

my words will ensue. 

 
We live apart 

The chances of an encounter are far and few. 

 
Our professional worlds  

Take us to do  

What it is that we do. 

 
But your world today, I haven't a clue. 

I wouldn't even know if you look like you. 

Do you still watch the morning glories soaked in the dew? 

 
Do you still pass notes while sitting in the pews? 
 
 

I, 

Myself, 

I like who I am.  

Maybe I’m not  

Everyone’s man. 

 
Still  

I’ve worked really hard  

Using just these two hands. 
 

Perhaps 

One day I'll return 

Back home to the sand, 
 

I’ll collect buckets of fresh oysters 

building my tan. 

I’ll serve my gourmet eggrolls 

Mmm 

Taste them I can. 

I’ll park a food truck on a waterfront 

At least  

That's still my plan. 
 

I’ve worked too fucking hard 

Becoming my own fan. 
 

Building trust in myself 

Ensuring that I stand. 
 
 

See,  

My confidence is real  

And to you  

That credit I owe. 

 
So , 

I’m giving you this poem. 

Before I permanently go. 

 
Resentment and pain  

They’ve been the fuel of this show. 

 
Still in the shadows,  

Great memories are stowed. 

 
I knew that one day  

The storm would cease to blow 

 
But in separate boats 

the journey we would row. 

 
Distance will grow  

As further apart  

We still grow. 

 
And was all of it worth it? 

Neither of us will know. 

 
What I hope you will take  

As we carve our own path 

Is the most valued treasure  

I’m blessed to have. 

 
I'm terrible at love 

I’m amazing at math, 

 
I can piss you off, 

Or cause you to blush  

While you innocently laugh. 

 
I can force you to hate me. 

We’ve all seen that wrath. 

 
But there’s really no reason to continue this clash. 

 
Seven years of love doesn’t end in a dash. 

 
Nor is it forgotten by the allure of cash. 
 
We formed it with patience 

Neither could keep. 

 
It provided the comfort we'd feel  

When together we sleep. 

 
It lifted us on clouds  

With each step of our feet. 
 

It longed for a touch  

When occasionally  

We would weep. 

 
It connected our hearts in one beat 
And turned up the passion  

When the pheromones peaked. 

 
It was the trust of the wolf  

When offered to eat, 

 
The smile on the man's face 

Each time that they meet. 

 
 
The love isn't lost,  

At least  

Mine is still there. 

 
Memories of words you spoke 

When both of us cared. 

 
Faith and support  

You always would share. 

 
The belief of our fate  

To always be paired. 

 
So,  

As you go off  

To only you know where 

 
Take with you some love,  

If you so dare. 

 
Don't push it away  

With malice and glare. 
 

Embrace it, Ms. Quill. 

Nothing is as rare. 
 
I step to the side now  

Ahead, I shall move. 

 
In fact 

There are many projects  

Writing requires me to get to. 

 
I guess it is time 

This is my cue. 

 
To answer for once 

Why I loved you. 

 
The reason you see  

Is why the sky’s blue. 

 
Or,  

Why the meaning of life  

Is only known by so few. 

 
So,  

When you hear purple  

And the memory ensues. 

Know in my mind  

That purple is true. 
 
 

Rainbows still exist. 

They float up above. 

 
Fairy tales still come 

In the form of white doves. 

 
Soul mates are real. 

They fit together like gloves. 

 
So are happy endings. 

And all thereof. 

 
I've started my own,  

Which I’m sure you're aware of. 

 
But I have one last thing  

Quickly I’ll shove. 

 
The reason,  

I know you were my only beloved. 

 
Is because the time that we had 

Was forever enough.