Wednesday, April 1, 2009

iv. i say goodbye.

 

Trying to hold onto you

Is like holding back a coursing brook

With just my hand

You flow too fast

And from the beginning

This parting was always just a matter

Of time

 

But you of the great understanding

You of the permissible

You of the echo and the ripple

You of head and heart

 

May I keep just a little of you

For myself

So that you don’t just slip away

Into that dark sad place

Where all my hurts go

 

And even as I say goodbye

I also whisper

Please

Stay

And help me

See.

 

n  Original from Luisa Cahill (in Communications Office)