Good-Bye (Poem)

Two souls in love,
never before had they part.
The farewell time has come,
To say good-bye to their heart.

The time that had passed,
Was not measured in years.
Along this path they walk,
Guided by their fears.

The path itself,
is of a grand design.
A perpetually growing V,
Going on to the end of time.

They both look back,
And it is there they see.
Every moment of joy together,
Every afternoon cup of tea.

Starting along this path,
They are closely clutched together.
They are forced to keep their march,
To the end of forever.

Soon the path forces them,
To hold tightly to the other's hand.
As the tears begin to fall,
Each a little grain of sand.

Reality begins to take its hold,
Firmly around their hearts.
Toward loneliness they both trek,
Two places far apart.

The moment comes,
When all that is left,
Is the fingertips that touch,
And to leave them both bereft.

The force that moved them on,
Suddenly finds a break.
Giving them both a moment,
To cherish the touch they must forsake.

The fingertips part,
And ultimate despair reigns.
For what ungodly reason,
Are they punished with this bane?

They walk, and walk,
Until they are as invisible as the sky.
In a hazy mirage of love,
They both say to the other, "Good-bye".