when is goodbye good enough?

i will try to speak the words
without breaking
a line, and with a straight face
i will try
to look you in the eyes
and tell you, yes, i am sure
this is goodbye

do not mock me
with love
you have so skillfully sculpted
to fit the vessel
of homeless tears

you shall feel my veins
still throbbing
with pain and maybe a trace
of anger, or was
that sadness?

my tongue has turned numb
now, from quivering
as the furious tides lashed
mercilessly on the song
i have wanted to sing
for you

i can no longer stand
another day that will end
again
for another,
only to do the same

i shall walk the last
steps my wobbly knees will allow
away from your sunset
away
from the echoes
of the laughters that drowned
halfway thru gasps
and dead whispers

this is my last breath
i am tired...

it's time

let the faded smoke
trickle down
the parched plane
of faint dreams

let the thirsty clouds
drink from the sky's
drowning silence

let the last rolling stone
gather moss
before it recedes
with the tide

and be forgot

with the passing winds
morrows choked
of yesterday's birth
to nothingness
to end...

:(

leafing thru the past
poems, where we started
a thousand words
you never understood
feeling naked
of meaning, lost
they still long
for one last look

you are a part of them
you are them, in colors
i can never create
with a million paint
like a song left
unhummed,
they wait, for one
last chance

leafing thru the pages
i found, you leading
an end i have never written,
no! i have deleted that mark..
yet, i see
yes that's where we are headed
perhaps, even after
i write a poem,
one last time