You came unannounced yet refused to stay.
I was silent yet polite, you rushed without delay.
It was your intention that I would never see you again
Progress you called it for better or worse
a bitter or sweet glass to drink and swallow
perhaps your right something else has to follow.
I felt I needed to stay longer Perhaps feeling to borrow
you knew of things that came to pass
or did you not know, to hide the moment of tomorrow.
So no I do not care to visit you again
though sometimes I linger bitter sweet pain.
I'm so far down the road, I can't see nor do I have the strength
to stop and claim a departed shadow.
Still you are unrelenting in your quest
the next forward step seems to be best
Im not a coward but in need of rest.
As you push me forward somehow I feel confident
for the fear departed, perhaps now I understand
what is already carted.
Yes I have seen many autumn's lighted
but I have no desire
to revisit what soil, earth and past passion
once provided even protection to aspire.
So no you go your way and I must go mine
and if you feel the need to write to me
I shall not mind
words and pictures to be kind
Dreams you send I will find.
Is this goodbye.