The Last Goodbye

Steve Pearson Poetry

I can’t say when, I can’t say why,
I’ll feel the pain of the last goodbye.
Perhaps a moment, a memory enjoyed
And the healing years are a painful void.
It must be the man that built my core
Who keeps ajar the grieving door.
But this willing boy of the loving man
Is keen to weep, to feel as I can,
Because I cannot forget, nor would I try.
The end doesn’t end with the last goodbye.

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