Sometimes it's hard to say good bye;
it seems so odd and strange.
The days move on. They seem to fly,
yet one state doesn't change.

What does this mean? Is it a hint
we're weak, caught in a trap?
Or are there things from this imprint
designed to fill a gap?

She gave to me, a firm farewell;
'twas back five years ago.
This coming, I could not foretell.
And it was quite a blow!

But why did I not just accept
her choice to have us part?
I tried but she just always kept
appearing in my heart.

Then when she'd show, I'd recollect
how much I failed to see.
My focus was so incorrect;
I looked at all, but she.

My energies were spread about;
so much to do that fall!
And I reacted, sure, without
much high regard for Col.

And what a blow to re'lize this;
to look then, back and see
the many treasures I did miss
from choosing, so poorly.

The list was huge, went on and on;
so many chances blown.
And due to this, she then was gone
and I was all alone.

T'was no way I could this, ignore;
I'd made such foolish moves.
A treasure she was, even more;
my mem'ry from then proves.

But I looked elsewhere when she stood
in front of me, so clear.
Then soon my eyes saw nothing good.
T'was just many a tear.

She was so special and when I
was shown the telling cause,
I had to face this; not deny
the showing of my flaws.

But though I wished so to repent,
I didn't get the chance.
To greener pastures s'where she went
and back she would not glance.

So, these my mem'ries...had to face;
to live with; had to learn
with firm awareness that my place
was payment, I did earn.

The years have past and she's grown dim
as I have lived each day.
But she's still perched upon the rim,
if look I do, that way.

Why can't I say farewell to her,
like she did once with me?
She still can cause a lengthy stir
within my mem-o-ry.

The times we spent, seems still so real;
so precious, full of love.
Perhaps these mem'ries are a deal
I ne'er should lose sight of.

They're part of me--part of my life;
a time, it was, of joy!
Regret, it stirs; yes, that is rife!
But, can't, that time, destroy.

Perhaps "good bye" is just too strong!
Can't cast those mem'ries out.
Perhaps, with me they must belong,
to help reduce their clout.

To friends and family, she's now gone.
They've lost her. They must grieve!
But I was blessed; she carries on.
She'll never fully leave.

She'll always be a part of me.
That, yes! I must concede.
And if I can just let her be,
my heart will then be freed.