The sorrow in parting diminishes
as one phase finishes and the next cycles.
But there is only interruption to the norm,
there is no separation from the one
and only you know that for sure.
She hath languished in her beauty
and her devotion to you was more of want
than duty. But distance beckons and you
take your leave, believing your hearts
ne’er part. You draw her high and amidst
the tears and embraces, your faces touch
a mere taste to last your journey. Goodbye
ne’er enters into thought; you warmly smile
whispering “Luv, Fare thee Wiel”!