GoodbyeA Poem by MarltonMoving timesThere are many ways to say goodbye. I could revisit old loves, and emboldened by departure, tell them the other half of the truths that cowardice silenced. I could sit in places ripened by sentiment to the point of rotting and conjure the casual comedies of quotidian life. I could hold a fin de siècle party, and full of solipsistic angst beatify moments of random, heightened closeness. I could remember who I was. But, I think it’s best done gently, Like a moment’s distraction to the sound of distant song. The choice to go is always a form of rejection. And it is met with real tears or feigned indifference. The severance a litmus paper of all that we felt, and of all that we did not feel, shockingly visible. I have been secretly leaving for over two years now, and the partings have barely been noticed. Even as they have piled one on top of another, attenuating me to little more than a hearty ghost. I have slipped away like the scent from cut roses, youth from a face, warmth from a blanket. Until suddenly, there is just a space, But not a void. Only a few people will recall me going: those I love. And they will be with me on the journey anyway. It’s about those whom I just quite liked: they are the real losses, the real departures. And for them, I think it’s best done. Gently. March 2010 © 2010 MarltonReviews
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Added on March 18, 2010Last Updated on May 3, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorMarltonNorwich, United KingdomAboutPlays and poems. Self-indulgence and mild success. Approbation from outside but self-accussed. Kenneth Williams versus Kenneth Anger. more..Writing
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