A Short Goodbye.

I wish I had the courage

to say goodbye,

farewell, properly,

to look myself in the eyes

shake my hand

and go

with a whistle of fortune and

follow myself towards

anti-climax

that is offered the very best

when they find

absolute strength

of character to leave, leave, begone

from the pull,

squeezing heave

of the weight of expectation insisted

by the moon

shining brightly

into the dead centre of hope…

my hope today

now gone.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015