Thoughts on the Void

A goodbye is always best said
With a warm heart and a smile.
So, I will do my best when I tell you,
I have loved you this whole time.
Not, as some would say, so I would be yours.
And not, as others might boast, so you would be mine,
But rather because when I look into your eyes
I find the whole world staring back at me.
The world that gives me life.
The world that offers meaning to philosophical pondering.
Were you to find yourself Plato,
I would be your shadow on the wall.
Just as the world, you do not need to see me as well.
Just as the world, I only wish to see you well.
Hearts are a fickle organ–
They feel too much and ask for even more.
Yet, for yours I feel everything and ask for nothing, but peace.
A goodbye is often an ending
As one becomes two once more,
But my love will not part with this goodbye.
It will stay tomorrow.
And ten years from now,
When the orchards of our time together
Have faded from all but my memory,
I will still love you
From the dilapidated house overlooking the vineyards of our past.
Perhaps ’tis the hope I will never bury;
Perhaps ’tis the faith to which I shall always cling–
The faith I have in you–
For I know very well inside of my soul
That you will always be a part of me.
Though my measure never quite met my worth
I am much the better for what we were.
Goodbye, my world,
May the whisper of my love
Always rise with the sun
And never meet the shadows.