No one heard what she said 
after she said goodbye,
but inside the words screamed
so loudly that she knew
the universe must hear her pain.
The universe was silent;
it offered no consolation.
What was done, was done.
There was no hour glass 
that she could turn over
and return to the time before.
In the midst of the cacophony,
she heard her heart breaking.
She couldn't imagine how
she would ever pick up the pieces;
she doubted it was possible.
Endings were not her strong suit;
she preferred beginnings 
filled with possibility,
but endings were inevitable.
She would not—could not--
believe this was the end. 
Love is eternal.
She would hold onto that
and goodbye would become
till we meet again.
It would take time 
for the screams to subside;
she would let them drown
in her tears.

~Elise Skidmore ©2024

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  1. I love reading your poems Elise. Even though I don’t always comment, your words always touch me in a way that is thought provoking and inspiring. Keep writing my friend.

    1. Thank you so much, Rosemary. It means a great deal to know people are not only reading, but able to relate to the things I write. I’ve been writing since I was a child, so I doubt I’ll stop now. Old habits die hard and all that.