Gone Before Goodbye
A/N: This poem is one that has been festering inside of me for a long time, since August, actually, and I know that unless I post it, I will probably continue making changes to it until next August. It was written about David - the aftermath of meeting him, to be precise. Strangely enough, I was free from withdrawals until long after even my friends who had them passed from it, but when they hit, they hit hard. Originally, I thought this poem would be inappropriate to post at this time because of David's impending concert just days away, but it has been "indefinitely postponed" so it fits in now.Goodbye I never want to say,
Not when our next hello is so obscure,
Hanging somewhere in the distance,
Hidden behind clouds of mist
Where even flight won’t take me.
I blink back in amazement,
Take a breath to revel in this moment;
Know that it is real,
But when I come to my senses again,
You’re already gone.
The broken record of my time with you replays,
And I hardly dare
To let them run in my mind,
Lest they turn out to be
But a twisted trick of my imagination.
In my recollections goodbye
Is all that is missing,
Because never did it occur to say it,
And goodbye I am still holding out on,
Though you’re already gone.