On New Year’s morning, 1992,
it snowed. You shivered, touched me, kissed me, said
you loved me. I waved goodbye to youand went into the winter. Wind cut through
your bones like knives, your skin, it was so cold
on New Year’s morning, 1992you died and I did not. I dreamed I knew
that high above the snow you were not dead,
you loved me. I waved goodbye to youand climbed up on the garden wall at noon,
breathed the roses, touched them, bled.
On New Year’s morning, 1992you walked away from winter, went into
some secret bloodless season. I told
you that I loved you, said goodbye to you.Equinox. Today the crocus bloomed.
Snow is melting. Once we touched and said,
on New Year’s morning, 1992,
I love you. I love you.
Goodbye
4 responses to “Goodbye”
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Very lovely, very poignant, very touching. A different and thought-provoking opening to the new year.
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Stunning.
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