I remember the first time I fell in love,
my heart thumped so hard in my chest,
it made me breathless. Just being with
him made me feel ecstatically happy.
I remember his hands, so much bigger
than mine, strong, yet gentle when
he held my smaller, delicate one in his.
I remember the black midi dress I wore
on a date, trying to impress. It had buttons
down the front, from collar to hem and
a suede multi coloured belt with fringes
that rested upon my hips. I wore black
knee length shiny leather boots, which
laced up the front. I thought I was a real
fashionista! I remember saying goodbye,
letting him go when my whole being
wanted him to stay, but sometimes you
have to let people leave when they don’t
want to stay, you can’t keep people against
their will, not if you really love them.
Goodbye is such a final word, it cuts
things in half, even the word divides
into good and bye. Things come to an end,
it’s life, it’s death, beginnings and endings.
Even writing projects come to an end.
Time to say goodbye, but new friends
gained, out of the end, begins…the start
of something fresh, exciting and new!
© Carolina de la Cruz – 30th April 2012