The setting sun
will kiss goodbye
to tears
and the waves
will carry them
to a place
beyond memory’s reach…
The mockingbird
will stop singing
songs that remind him
of her
early morning voice.
Her scent in this bed
will leave this room
through the slats
of his window blinds,
carried by the sea breeze…
The stars will shine
again tonight.
But unlike the previous
nights before,
they will not
remind him
of her eyes…
He will pick up his pen
again at night.
But not to write
sad love poems
or a “why?” poem,
or an ” I want to die” poem
or an ” I want you back” poem
But a “Goodbye” poem.
And, unlike the other poems,
this one will end with a period.
Not a question mark…
And he will not use
the same words
in his previous poems
for her.
Words like:
“come back”
“I love you”
and “please”.
This is his poem.
And this time,
he will not mention
feelings of pain
or anger.
Nor will he hold back his tears.
Yes, he will cry
for the last time.
And let the tears
flow and drop
and leave ugly blotches
on this paper.
But he will continue writing…
He must finish this poem,
his last poem for her
And, unlike the other poems,
this one will end with a period.
Not a question mark…
his last poem…
Because…
Soon, he will forget her.
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