A Forlorn Goodbye

February 27, 2009
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It was hard the first time, saying goodbye.
You barely said a word. Just stood there staring dumbly.
I hated you for that; your feigned innocence, it stung.
The bitter taste of remorse was the only thing that held me rooted to the spot
I wasn't ready for your goodbye, I wanted, expected more.
And I remember the moment, the moment you cried.
I looked down in shame. Don't cry, I wanted to shout,
wanted to reach over and brush the tear from your face.
But I stood forlornly, hating my uselessness and stupidity
It was hard the first time and probably the next time,
Would it ever be the right time, to say goodbye.

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