These are the plans we have made,
when such parting comes at a time
unsuitable, but for its known means,
that all told, ’tis better perspective.
These are the times we have charged,
to which we forsee, not an ending,
but a beginning of something more,
this life, which continues, unabated.
These are the ways we have unfolded,
while still perfectly cast in memory,
the moments we spent in awakening,
the lives we have brought to fruition.
These are the tears of our goodbye,
to part company, yet remain whole,
when we bid sweet farewell to love,
yet hold one last kiss as a momento.
So, with this sigh, goodbye, my love,
as you walk away, remember my hand
in the last moment it held you near,
and recall that I had only you to hold.