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To
Say
Goodbye
The day
you died
the sun
fell in
a deep
ravine
and
hasn't
risen
since.
The moon
and
stars
fell
too; the
whole
world
went to
sleep
with
you.
Despondent
days of
dismal
gloom
have
kept me
to
myself,
resigned
to dwell
inside
solemnity;
withdrawn
from
life,
existing
in a
frigid,
frozen
hell
where
pain
cuts
deep and
pierces
like a
knife.
It's
time to
open up
my
snowbound
heart,
invite
the rays
of
warming
sunshine
in.
As snow
begins
to melt,
I slowly
start
believing
I can
live and
love
again.
The
moon,
the
stars
arise
inside
my
breast;
goodbye,
my dear,
at last
we both
shall
rest.
Copyright
© 1994
Ruth
Gillis
Previously
published
in the
December
1994
issue of
Anterior
Poetry
Monthly
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