Just to say goodbye

The questions recurring

The why replies replied without the whys

These are the bounced echoes hall voices at the bottom of the catacombs

I hear their rendering of voices daily

I cannot answer so they rattle on

I say nothing but a thought of her

The travels I take and took written in the canvas on the floor

Outside the clouds and tress and the moon and the wolves and the rivers and streams

Alone I started with a smile and hills full of undiscovered wonder and I leave it there for me to find on a day of lost thought

In the silence I am free

In the solitude I am joyful and in the loneliness I resemble nothing new

Is it the wind I hear but she got in somehow

A voice in the heap which is not of old friends and lovers

She is out there but who showed her the door

Into my dream

Rustling of the leaves a new sound for a new footstep

I follow the chase like a kind of cat and mouse game of pursuit

A fool I am to follow you

As night comes on me all is left are her footprints and I wonder why she came to just say goodbye