Goodbye, My Love

 I find myself thinking of you

more and more,

as though some invisible thread

still draws me toward you ~

though even those eternal threads

are beginning to fray.

I had one lifetime

to find you,

and somehow

even that was not enough.

Perhaps we are meant

to find each other again

in another sunrise,

beneath another beginning,

in a life where the timing

is finally ours.

But for now,

I have accepted

that there is only one thing left to say:

Goodbye, my love.

I have nothing more to offer

this lifetime.

I am weak.

I am broken.

And I am learning

how to heal the wounds

I carried while searching for you.

My flights are numbered.

My wings are wrapped

for the final voyages,

and I can feel the sun

beginning to dim.

Forgive me 

for losing my faith,

for growing tired of the search,

for no longer being able

to carry the torch

through the fires of hell

just to find you.

I wanted to.

God knows

I wanted to.

But in this lifetime,

I have finally let you go.

I will carry your memory

with me into the next,

wherever that may be.

And if there is another beginning,

another sunrise,

another chance ~

I promise,

I will start again.

Goodbye, my love.