It is hard to say goodbye.
Many way it is said.
In songs of Sorrowful sounds. In writings of many words of sadness.
A door that close behind one with out a word. Walking away, the steps are so slow.
Yes goodbyes seems to be last of fair wells.
Could it be different, could it be changed?
What’s in the heart that wants that to be a claim.
Like walking forward, forgetting the past.
One step,one moment,one thought, that might make the difference.
No more goodbyes but open arms welcoming to say hello.
A friend you become again.
New learning of each other’s.
Written by Victoria A Witt
July 2, 2017