This is saying goodbye
To the flow of words,
The music without melody,
That offered me solace.
It doesnt work anymore.
The way to vent, let
My emotions escape.
Now, it makes them more painful.
The way to tell him I love him
In my own unique way.
But I cant explain how much I love him.

This is goodbye to my pen and notebook.

This is goodbye to poetry.

At least for now.

In my day the forth of July was a day to barbecue burgers and to celebrate the freedoms we helped to earn. You kids today just eat burgers you bought at Burger Barn and freely pass gas.

i didn't mind when you
walked away, and i didn't pretend
to ignore it when you looked back
twice, but (in all honesty),
a goodbye would have been nice

"That's the great thing
  about poetry,"
         she said with a smile