Good-Bye

Good bye, 
Is not a word that anyone likes
But I'm finding out
That moving forward has a price.

I never wanted to be away from you
We always promised
That we wouldn't lose touch.
But you slipped away.

It's been a while since then,
I almost cant remember your face
I could recite every word you said
But your memory keeps slipping away.

A month went by
Flew out the window
Barely stopped to think
That you were gone

Every now and then,
Some would spark a memory,
Hopefully I wasn't alone
'Cause then I wouldn't cry

And I still felt like I knew you
Your voice still filled my mind
When I found myself saying
One of your stupid phrases

There were things I picked up from you
Scattered though my life
People could tell
That we had something good.

But it's kind of strange
How easily that tide can turn,
Now it's been months
And you haven't said a word.

Six months have gone by
I'm a better person now.
I wish I could see
How you are turning out.

I haven't heard your voice
Someone said it's different now
It had to happen sometime
But I thought I'd be there.

I was always there for you
And you for me, but
I guess, over time
Friendship disappears.

I guess over time, the magic's gone
I guess over time there's only "good-bye, so-long"
And I guess over time, the hurt might go.
But the way i feel, over time is much too slow

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Very nicely written, sad in content, sad that friends disappear, even when they once ment so much.
Thanks for entering my contest and the best of luck.

[Titus McGuire]

I really liked this piece, the whole coming to understand good-bye. It holds a lot of meaning, and is something that most people can relate to. The verse that especially appealed to me was:

'It's been a while since then,
I almost cant remember your face
I could recite every word you said
But your memory keeps slipping away.'

How we look back at those moments, at the friends we once had who somewhere along the way parted ways with us, and we try to recall every detail, only to find that slowly they are starting to fade from our memory. We remember words that were said, maybe even actions, and our mind catches a glimpse of the past, but the truth remains that soon our memory will either create an ideal of who the person was or allow the passage of time to erase them for the most part, giving us brief knowledge that they were there.

The ending, 'over time is much too slow', shows that the memory still induces feelings from another time that are perhaps bittersweet now, and the desire to put those feelings behind you and move on yourself are strong.

Overall a good read.

[S.J.Floreen]

Oh, this is such a sad poem over the inevitable loss that we must all suffer. I liked the wording and the flow of it.