I Whisper Goodbye

The butterflies and gnats don’t understand,
The birds can’t possibly comprehend,
The flowers and the sun all scorn me,
As I whisper goodbye for the last time.

The earth and the worms smile,
The ants dance, croon, and play in the grass.
I bark and rebuke them in my heart,
As I whisper goodbye for the last time.

I close my eyes and hear the wind,
I smell every memory we had and can’t have,
The crickets chirp, I think I hear your voice,
As I whisper goodbye for the last time.

A stream of tears, a torrent of hurt,
I see your face in a tree, and know your grin,
A part of me is torn, you’re ripped away,
As I whisper goodbye for the last time.

I dry my flooded eyes with the edge of my cuff,
While my fingers graze the dull, dark, gray box,
I vacantly reach out for one more moment with you.
Afraid to speak, I can only whisper.

I whisper…

“Goodbye.”