Other Side of Good-Bye
Posted on August 29, 2010 with 1 commentOn the other side of ‘good-bye’ isn’t a ‘hello’ It’s just quiet and the echo of my pounding feet As I run miles and miles Trying to understand the meat of the matter, but all the while Hearing the echo Seeing the darkness Feeling the void Touching emptiness On the other side of ‘good-bye’ isn’t a ‘hello’ It’s feats of will power to not drop back into old habits It’s the exertion of energy to forge brand new paths It’s wondering whether or not I made the right choice It’s the echo of hearing only my own voice It’s seeing the darkness that is obscuring my future It’s feeling the void that is cold and damp It’s touching the emptiness that lacks all the unwanted adventure You introduced into my life All the strife On the other side of ‘good-bye’ isn’t a ‘hello’ There’s no welcoming committee There’s no map There’s no celebration party There’s only the snap to attention That I’ve cut off connection To something that filled so so so much space And now it’s just me in the echo that I have to face It’s me in the darkness that I have to find It’s me in the void that I have to care for It’s me in the emptiness that I can’t let seep into my mind On the other side of ‘good-bye’ isn’t a ‘hello’ It’s just the echo of the door closing behind you as I finally let go.