Today I sit looking into the horizon;
the colours are similar-
similar to the day we sat hand in hand
staring at the skyline.
Our eyeballs had changed colors;
our mouths had been shut;
but our hearts rang with music.
You told me that day-
this is not the end.
A goodbye said today
is a hello said tomorrow.
You will live in me
as a vague memory;
An unforgotten feeling;
A half remembered poem.
We dreamt of the day we would meet.
Once again as sailors in this sea;
In an unknown latitude.
Then the memory would turn into reality;
The feeling would spring out from our depths;
The poem would ring loud and clear.
Goodbye- you said- was redundant.
I believed you for the fool i was.
Maybe the latitude and time are non existent.
Maybe your words were mere words.
But all i know, for now,
I remember you in the horizon;
I don’t need your promise.
A goodbye is a goodbye-
full and final.
The next we meet;
If we meet;
We meet as strangers.
The boat we float on,
you forget, is time.
And we are both its victims.
So goodbye my friend.
It was good knowing you.