this is not goodbye

Clouds hang like marionettes in the sky
A well-behaved flock in a pasture of blue 
Now I want to assure myself as well as you
That this is not goodbye.

This will not be our last laugh
These cannot be our final words. 
This need not be a time to cry
For this is not goodbye.

The clouds go away and so must I
Off to better (or worse) times they fly
We never know what the skies ahead bring
But my dear friend, this is not goodbye.