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.
