No Goodbyes

I always knew your leaving

would bring heartache.

I grieved two years

before you even died.

I didnt half know

the abyss

you'd leave behind you,

or that I'd never

find a way

to say 

goodbye.

I miss you

every day

and every moment.

It makes me cry,

still, when I say your name.

Forever and forever

I will miss you,

and I refuse

to ever

say the word

Goodbye.

The prompt at Poetry Jam this week is Goodbye. This popped into my head in response. Of course it made me cry. Over at Cressida's blog, she wrote about another big black dog. Her poem, too, made me cry, so my eyes are awash this morning, at the thought of those big, devoted and departed hearts.