You never know when the time will come. We have no idea when it will happen, but when it does, it is hard for those who are left behind. This is a short poem that expresses how I felt when it has happened...
We never know when the last goodbye will come,
When time runs out
And the camera quits
And our memory plays the clips we remember the most,
Flashes of light in an otherwise dark room,
There is laughter,
There are tears,
So many emotions in that last goodbye.
Where were we when the world was ours
Our pearl for the taking,
Only lasts in the twinkle of an eye.
And just like that it is gone
Never to be relived or replayed again,
But ah what a time it was, it was.
When we rode into adventure,
The memory still clings
But there’s a cold wind blowing
Just outside my window
And my heart aches
For just one more chance,
One more time to hear
Your voice before it fades
Forever into the shadows
Perhaps there is a reason for this
For our moments not to last forever,
But just long enough to give us
That feeling of riding downhill
Before coming to the end of the road
We turn our heads to see where we have been.
Have now all gone
The greatest days
We never knew we were in them,
And now it’s all I have to mark out time.
It’s all I have.
One last goodbye,
And then I will walk on,
With only my memories
And hope that one day
We will meet again.