Goodbyes Aren’t Forever

Death doesn’t end love

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You were a cloud once,

billowing in the blue.

Another time, you sang

from the throat of a songbird.

Notes hurtled into tall poppies

that swung in the breeze till

dusk dripped.

A hundred years before,

you glinted on a river,

shining as life’s reflection.

And a decade sooner, you

went in and out with the tide

as driftwood from a far-flung

island where macaws lit the trees.

When you left this time, I

remembered goodbyes

don’t last. You’ll breeze in as

a wise owl or fall as a leaf

to nourish the earth and

one day, our paths will cross

and joy will ring out like

bells to greet the dawn.