We could pretend nothing's changed,
But I can't force believe that lie.
The truth was always leaving,
I just couldn't say 'Goodbye.'
As summer came and winter passed
So too now our meetings, alas.
Perhaps better days have seen my eyes,
But with the truth so vivid, clear,
I'd hardly say my best.
So now my dear,
I bid you adieu. Adieu.
Alas, the truth was always leaving
And now I've said 'Goodbye.'
I wish to you the best of everything:
For golden years and bluer skies.
As for me my beloved friend
At last, I say 'Goodbye.'
I could never shake the lines "I know the truth is leaving, but to you I can't say bye" when I another poem of mine titled 'Dollars.' That was a line that I held on to, and have been kicking it around in my head for some time hoping to bring to it something that it deserves. Needless to say they both share the same source of inspiration, so this is a personal goodbye for me.