The silent nightmares,
The hallucinations of their meanings,
To be so addicted to hello and how are you,
That you can't stand watching people go,
So you dance with their shadows,
Experience turned into memories,
Memories into lessons,
If only we could see the stop signs,
If only we could see the red flags,
If only we could see ourselves,
To be stuck on the idea of a combined force,
Removing the individuality in our souls,
Even soulmates can drift apart,
So grant me a final dance,
So I can delay our final hello
Because I don't want to be a memory,
I don't want to esculate into trauma,
But my wiring is turned into drama,
So as the days go closer,
my fears take over and I fall over,
I said my final goodbye,
Not to you but a letter in my hands,
that will fly miles away from me.
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Author:
Sunflower of Yesterday (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2023 15:27
- Comment from author about the poem: To say a final goodbye can be very hard at times, so it's sometimes easier to write it as you are greeting that person once again. A final hello to my last goodbye.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
This is wonderful. If the world operated in this way, we'd be able to constantly reinvent ourselves. This is why I love a poetic community. Social media has people tracking our every move, which removes the excitement of seeing someone with 10-years-absence. Here, strangers gather daily, seeking that reinvention. Hail poets (even though I struggle with the label at times)
I just love this truly I do it just explains a lot of things.
Love it.
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