The Goodbye

 The goodbye you will never hear

like the hello you never heard

and all the words between me

and the echo I hoped was you

are in a room - the door to which 

has been closed but is still closing;

in my mind the closing is slowed:

the slow is the hello of who, the echo

the echo of empty - the room closed,

the hope of you and all the words.

                           - Lorraine Robain

 Photo:mine, moon flower