Blogetary (Weblog + Commentary = Blogetary)

YAY! I made it. I didn’t think I would at first, but I did. This is the final prompt from Poetic Asides, a poem on Farewells. Below is my attempt:

Farewells

It’s always too busy to begin with –
the point of departure before farewell.
Too short, time. Too much to do as the path
rushes along: run, run, run. Who can tell
how long before you meet again? And then
if you do stop – what to say? Awkward pause
stretches to long silence. And thoughts of “when”
or “why” or “what if” remain unsaid ’cause
in a moment it’s over and you’re gone -
or they are: moved, left, died. Doesn’t matter.
Words unsaid are not heard; life carries on.
Rock’s already sunk beneath the water.
Trick is to make every hello – goodbye.
Say, “I love you.” Tomorrow we may die.