Goodbye

And as I walk through the long grass,

My bare toes squelching in the mud,

I remember the thoughts that led me to this place.

They were not malicious thoughts, nor were they sad,

They were factual. They said,

“Here is the place where you will find her,”

And find her I did.

And I look down at the stone, cold lump of rock

As if it was any lump of rock.

I wait, hoping for some sort of emotion to rise within,

I wait for the angry tears,

I wait for the yells of “It was too soon,”

But they evade me, one step further all the time,

So I stand, sure that my face does not look appropriately sombre,

Sure that no one will see it anyway,

I let out a big grin, and I laugh,

I laugh till my lips are bleeding from the stretch of the great smile.

And after all the years of being trapped, she is gone and I am free,

And so, I look down at the lump of rock,

Carved to look as if it is more,

But all I see is a lump of rock,

With my own name etched into the surface waiting to wear away with time,

Till it becomes another lump of rock with unreadable dents in the surface,

Vandalized and forgotten.

And I look at where she/I lie,

And on my tongue, I send a butterfly’s kiss with the whisper,

Goodbye.HHH