How do I say
It hurts
To see you gone, yet still here,
Gone from me, but present everywhere?
How do I tell you, but keep silent as you walk toward me?
How do I let you go, or is this just the dregs of moonlight
Soon to creep through my window
That's making me think like this?

What will we say to each other, old friend, when we meet again?
How will I silence the wondering of questions in my eyes?
How will I say goodbye?

(c) 2017 Indigo Kenna