What if
I wasn’t reliable?
moving on
The road
I love this road that I’m on
I’ve been traveling it so very long.
The scenery is pretty
and I have some good company.
I’d travel forever
never straying or turning, no never.
But that is not meant to be,
this road that I’m on is ending for me.
Never mistake a road’s end
for one that simply has a bend.
Yes, goodbyes may be tough,
but a new road is waiting for my love.
So, I will travel on
and advance down the road I belong.
© 2013 ck’s days
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If I Said Goodbye
If I said goodbye, bye, bye –
would you even cry, cry, cry?
If I said goodbye, bye, bye –
would your eyes be dry, dry, dry? Continue reading
Now, Maybe
You graduated high school. It was time for you to move on and leave our youth group. Because that is the natural progression of things. Someone else was called to lead the younger girls.
“I’ve been replaced,” you said.
“Not at all!” I reassured. “You can never be replaced.”
At the end of summer, it was time for you to move away for college. Because that is the natural progression of things. Your replacement in the youth group also took your old job in the community.
“I’ve been replaced,” you said.
“Not at all!” I reassured. “It’s just a coincidence.”
A new girl moved in and started attending our youth group. Because that is the natural progression of things. I watched her face when confronted with unpleasantness. She kept a cool, serene expression. Underneath the calmness I can only imagine what was turning and burning. She is a sweet girl that everyone loves. But I bet she has no clue that her own coolness meter is off the charts. And I realized, she reminds me of…you.
So, I hope we never again have the discussion where you say, “I’ve been replaced.”
Because I might have to reply, “Ok, now, maybe.”
(Just in case you happen to read this, let me hastily add a 😉 and a LOL to make it all better. And maybe a JK. Now you can return with a HAHAHA and we’ll be ROFL, right? Emoticons and acronyms pretty much allow us to say anything we want nowadays and still remain friends.)
My Goodbye Soapbox. Feel free to disagree.
Goodbyes should be hard. They should get stuck in the throat, weigh heavy on the heart and kick you in the gut. An easy goodbye is a mark of wasted time. Farewells that roll off the tongue without causing pause and reflection means something wasn’t done right. The moment wasn’t seized. Life wasn’t lived.
A parting should threaten one’s peace. It should cause at minimum, a moment of agonizing doubt. “Should I leave? Is this right?” There should be at least one person being left behind that makes the leaver wonder, “How will I ever exist without this person in my life?” True, some circumstances are better viewed in a rear view mirror but not people. Maybe some people are better as memories. But not every person.
Promises to “always remember” and “never forget” should be made with the best intention to fulfill. Of course, time takes care of such promises. The intensity of the moment lessens. Memories are idealized. Until one day in the future, those people that made such an indelible impression are the same ones whose names are on the tip of the tongue but the mind can’t quite recall.
Our connection with other people is one of the determiners of our happiness. Harmony with every person is a bit too much to hope for. But there needs to be at least one person in every situation that makes the goodbye difficult. That is the sign of a well lived life.
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