The time has come to say goodbye.
Days passed by and the day crept nearer.
I knew it was coming but wasnt able to stop it.
I held on tight but the effort was futile.
The harder I tried, the further it drifted.
Once, it seemed within grasp,
though it could just be a figment of my imagination.
As the date loomed nearer, I gradually accepted it.
Exploring all options, investigating the possibilities.
I couldnt express myself, why not?
Words stuck in throat, heart couldnt thump.
The moment is near, be strong.
Stand tall for you can be strong.
Despite the forebrooding loss, I shall hold you dear,
till the time knocks, to let you go.
Submitted for Poetry Picnic Week 8