Wind tilts the trees
Back and forth across the sky.
I sit with feelings long forgotten.
Bones growing weary again, I look out my window at pink clouds passing.Â
It seems so early to have sunset arrive,
And yet she is here.Â
Free from the burden of coming when called.
In a cruel twist of irony I come to realize that things long forgotten still hurt.Â
An ache dearly remembered, but gladly cast aside.Â
I can barely stop myself from wishing I had savored those days,
Savored the clarity of something to run from.
What a cruel joke, to find that I miss all of the agony.Â
The way it filled my life,
Filled my days.
Oh to wake up and discover that it all still hurts.
To have it revealed upon your bitter return
That part of me missed you.
You, the loss I somehow never expect,
And the return that’s somehow never quite welcome.
Why do you make hello harder than goodbye?