Goodbyes and What They’re Good For— Part 4: A Blessing
Art Man
Outside Waterstones on Fountain Street,
I took a seat on the bench opposite.
Removed my sketchbook from my bag,
Ready for another draw.
I studied the shopfront for a bit,
Slightly nervous to start.
Line by line
The picture forms
Just like one of those books through the glass.
Thousands of lines
Building up a story
Or in my case, a drawing.
Thousands of little lines
Constructing a bigger picture.
All the people we meet,
Creating our world,
Like this guy who is about to approach me,
“Hey, don’t forget to sign your work at the end!
I’m an artist too. You never know,
It could be worth something someday!”
“Will do”, I replied with a smile.
He wondered off down the street
With his little briefcase in hand.
Thanks, man.
Two lines that made my story
A wee bit more positive.
My Hopeful Heart
My heart drops like an anchor
Whenever I leave those I love.
Such an unfair feeling,
Saying goodbye.
I find myself waiting for the next time.
Although, tomorrow doesn't have to promise us anything,
I sit with a hopeful heart nonetheless.
And therein lies the one good thing about tough goodbyes:
Potential.
You’re Here
As the years go by,
I often ask how and why
They seem to fly.
But I don’t believe
There exists an answer that can please
Questions such as these.
And even if there was,
Why would it matter?
All I’ve figured out is
You’re not here to know everything,
You’re here to experience being.
I may not be able to comprehend
Every little thing and thought
But I will try my best to understand,
To be a friend,
To lend a hand.
So find your path,
It won’t be long.
Your heart will pound out
When it hears the right song.
You’ll know when you need to
And you’ll do what is right,
So stop all that worrying,
It’s gonna be alright.
Not Just The End
I told the world I hate goodbyes,
In response,
It merely laughed in my face
And mockingly made you leave without
Saying the word.
Instead, you told me
We’re not something you regret
Or want to forget
And yet,
In the same sentence,
You drained our light and
Bled away into the night.
I told the world I hate goodbyes,
In response,
It taught me why.
Because if I didn't let go
Of these people
And these places,
I would be disgracing my soul,
Starving it of new experience.
Goodbyes aren’t just the end,
They are a beginning too.
