Fae Flutterby What's Goodbye

WHAT’S GOODBYE?

Goodbye could be divorce,

Or the day of graduation.

It could be letting go of one’s arm,

Or to be six feet below the ground.

 

Goodbye could be dismissal time,

Or the closing of curtains.

It could be an echo,

Or a long and longing kiss.

 

Goodbye could be a burning house,

Or to come and not mean to stay.

It could be the fallen leaves,

Or the climax of a story.

 

Goodbye could be a fake smile,

Or the recalling of a tune.

It could be a tintless pen,

Or the never-ending wave of the hand.

 

Goodbye could be an abortion,

Or hearing I’m not whom you loved most.

It could be the last glimpse,

Or going home after reunion.

 

Goodbye could be the last slice of pizza,

Or to live lifeless.

It could be photographs and memories,

Or to be fed up.

 

Goodbye could be “Thank you!”,

Or the end of the late night show.

It could be the setting of the sun,

Or to hope for another start.

 

Goodbye could be the finale,

Or the tears shed.

It could be reaching adulthood,

Or saying “I’m sorry.”.

 

Goodbye could be an erasure,

Or my childhood best friend.

It could be the ringing of bells,

Or going to the next level.

 

But no matter what goodbye is,

Whatever it may mean,

I believe in only one thing:

Goodbye was when you left.

Fae Flutterby Expressions

EXPRESSIONS

 

I sing songs about the birds

The birds that fly across the sky

And chirp happy tunes and melodies

With my delighted heart

 

I sing songs about the sea

The sea that waves wild and bold

And shots hatred and anger

Upon my intrepid ear

 

I sing songs about the air

The air that whispers among thee

And shows itself not, but barely felt

Beneath my sorrowful soul

 

I sing songs about the tree

The tree that for long has stayed

And grew stronger and bigger

Under my numbness, it enfolds

 

I sing songs about the rain

The rain that had gone by

And I know one day or the other

In my grasp it’ll come back

RAVE

 


 

 


 

 

Regardless of space, of culture, and even that of time,

Of faith, of distance, or of emotions being portrayed,

Beliefs, of differences, of whatever else could rhyme,

Expressions, and of which ones could only leave us swayed.

Remember you, I will. Then, today, and in your years of prime.

Time blew fast, yet, hi, my little cleaning buddy from fourth grade.

 

Long-winded this must be, I know. But let’s elaborate for once, while we’re at that.

And it won’t be easy to spurt out words that I, for long, have kept in memory.

Not easy to forget how you call my name, or your face, hair disheveled and flat,

Crinkly nose, giggly smile, hands tucked behind – to mention a little summary.

Excitedly running towards me, a towel dangling from your back – I admit it’s such a sight to look at.

 

Vivid memories sprouting here and there, that it’s kind of overwhelming.

I was biking around the subdivisions once, at sixth grade, while completing a project.

Lazy afternoon, after two years of no contact with you, I ran by your house – hoping.

Lola shook her head and said you weren’t home. Crushed, I gave her a fake smile out of respect.

Ended the thoughts of getting a glimpse of you again before finally leaving Las Piñas that year.

Gee, after a few years you ended up pursuing me. I don’t remember how you found me, or why.

Although I am glad you did. How your voice has changed. But it’s as though it’s music I hear.

Spent so much just to get on a call with me, I figured. Yet in the end, we chose to both bid goodbye.

 

Appearing to your life from time to time is probably something I will apologize for in advance.

Reaching out, I would never dare. Don’t fret. We’ve both buried the hatchet. And for that, I’m content.

As smart as you hoped I would be – apparently, I will never become. But at least this, I know for once.

Forever by your side, I will quietly be watching. Doesn’t that sound familiar, like the song you sent?

Of all the things I ever want to say, I guess it all boils down to one. Thank you for being born, Lance.

Love’s love. And we’re this and that. I wish you all the best, no matter how we are all twisted and bent.

 

Happy 30th birthday! Rooting for you and your success! Cheers! 🥂

 


 

Update: October 20, 2019

Akala ko ba “See you in our forties?” I was 30 days late to find out. I apologize. Rest well. 😔

 

From,

Fae