Taste of Goodbye

You’re so pretty,
With a mind
Full of madness and
A smile saddened by
The lost ripples of time.

I loved you then,
I love you still.

The words I write for you are
Because of the seeds of sorrow
You’ve planted in my soul.

But I have wetted them with
My tears,
And kept them alive
Because this is where hope grows,
The hope that I’ll be set free.

You are the taste of goodbye
That’s framed my memories.
The taste of goodbye that keeps
My heart on the run.

I’ve long searched for you in
Melodies and Moonbeams.
Haunted by nocturnal regrets
And gilded dreams.

Until one day,
I felt a cool shiver down my
And realization opened my eyes.

Like ours,
Happens once in an eternity.
And our eternity has come to
An end.

May these words,
Frozen in ice,
Reach you somehow
On this cold January night.

And know that I’ll still think of you
And always see your wintry eyes
In the moonlight above.

Art: Skull Heads
Prompt: @coralynn.poetry
“Melodies and Moonbeams”
“Nocturnal regrets”
“Heart on the run.”
“Lost ripples in time”
“Where hope grows.”
“Taste of goodbye”
“Words frozen in ice.”


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

2 thoughts on “Taste of Goodbye

  1. That is absolutely beautiful and so sad and sweet at the same time. You have a lovely heart I’m sorry it got broken, it doesn’t sound like it is now but it certainly sounds like it has been in the past. Thank you so much for sharing your poem. Very personal and very heartfelt. It pierced me straight to the heart.

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