The Long Goodbye
It was a long, long time ago
that you said goodbye to me.
I still can see that day clearly
no clouds were o’er the chateau.
We went outside to go strolling.
The streets held citizenry
toting their Christmas luxuries.
Your true-blue eyes were shining.
And I saw you wearing a smile
but that was to be short-lived.
As we neared the street where you lived
we stopped to talk for a while.
It was then we heard the thunderclap loudly.
The rain fell discreetly and then poured proudly.
We ran to your place to get some shelter.
That’s when I saw your bags standing by your door
and knew you would not be with me anymore.
For you were packed to go away.
No more skiing. End of stay.
It was a long, long time ago
that you said goodbye to me.
Yet, I know. . . that it was only yesterday.