Final Goodbyes

There is no way to put this into words,
Without my vision fading into a watery blur.

She was a small rodent friend,
She was there through the dark days and into the light of the days that were mended.

I always took her for granted, to always be there and just sit on the ledge and listen to me,
But after her passing last night, and as I saw her take her last breath, it pained me to see.

Death does things to you, it ratels your thinking and stirs a big storm in your head,
It makes you think that there is no good days ahead.

In fact I know there are good times ahead, but she will always be in my heart,
Every single moment we shared right down to the start.

With all this death I sit and cry, this poem probably doesn't make much sense,
But the pain I feel is immense.

A good friend of mine, is sort of on the run,
I've known him for years and he's always been like a brother to me, but now he said goodbye.

He told me that he was going away for awhile, and I sat down and cried,
He said he had to go, because everything at home was going bad , with that he gave a big hug along with a sigh.

Before he went, he pulled from his pocket a gold pocket watch,
"This here, is one of my favourite things" he said as his fingers ran over some notches.

He held it out to me, and smiled placing the golden object in my hand,
With that he hugged me and just like that he was gone, stepping out into what seemed like a new and promising land.

And I'm left here, feeling alone,
As the rain hits the cold earthy stone.

Reviews

[Rye]

With all this death I sit and cry, this poem probably doesn't make much sense,
But the pain I feel is immense.

I really liked these lines, This is kinda emotional.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I TOO HAVE HAD DEATH'S STING TOO MANY TIMES. I MAKE PEACE WITH THE LIFE'S ONCE LIVED, ENJOYED ALL. THANKS 4 UR POEM.

[Coyote Poetry]

No goodbye is a good one.
"He held it out to me, and smiled placing the golden object in my hand,
With that he hugged me and just like that he was gone, stepping out into what seemed like a new and promising land."
We learn too late the value of a friend or family member. Thank you Edward for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote