(sonnet # CCLIII)
I'm dragging my feet on bidding Adieu.
Of people and things, the former remains
The harder to do. Is't love that detains
Whenever a "farewell" seems to pursue?
Of items and scen'ry treasured there's few
Can quite compare with folks for sorest pains,
'Cept pets, who nigh surpass in those deep strains.
Aye, love's the factor that makes all so blue.
Affection constrains when saying our Goodbyes;
One-sided mayhap is lighter than shared;
And yet quite enough to rend one with cries
Too heavy sometimes to e'er be repaired.
Now too reluctant, with tears in my eyes,
How can I just say it? I'm not prepared.
24Sep/11Oct11