Some Goodbyes Are Hard To Do

Some goodbyes are hard to do.
Some are easy — even sought.
My hardest was losing you
and the awful pain it brought.

It has been a very long goodbye,
nor is it almost over yet.
As, you see, I still ask why
in fear I shall too soon forget.

This sad house is not a home
since you left and took your
noises and your scents to be alone
with your promise of evermore.

It is such an unkind building now,
for you still call from hollow rooms
so clearly, if asked, I would vow
I’ll surely see you here again, soon!