Acoustic Cope

I hate saying goodbye.  The course of finding the balance between remembering and feeling remains an unwieldy weight to bear as its course is almost inevitable.

I know from too many years that time does not wait but that life is mostly a waiting game until the wait is too long not to be over.

When this creep descends, as it does from time to time, I write dense and guarded.

You said cryptic.

I will unfurl my hands at 30 000 feet.  Not long before you arrive.

But still, I hate saying goodbye so soon.

"I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away"

Onward!