Every one is a time of sadness, in some way.

Immediate recollection of the moments spent together,

Rush towards you, from the eyes inward,

Until it sinks home.

They are leaving me.

 

There are small goodbyes, at the beginning of a day,

And larger ones, punctuating a reunion, meetings of hearts.

 

And the long goodbye.

Where they leave, and yet remain in your heart.

 

Eternally.