Goodbyes are so hard;
Sticking needles into my eyes--that kind of hard.
I want to hang on in desperation,
Dragging you through the slow, thick water of my love.

But you are quick silver, and have no taste for my molasses rich love.

How easily you slipped through my fingers!
Scuttling off with your geometrically perfect form,
Scattering my dreams like billiard ***** struck hard
By the cue stick of 'this is all too real'.

Oh love, you gathered the shattered pieces of my heart
And blew them into the wind.

While all along, I had been lost in the notion
That you would meld me back together with bits and pieces of yourself.

Oh love, Oh dearest!
I had thought you would last forever.