Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
Showing posts with label changing of the season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label changing of the season. Show all posts

Thursday, September 26, 2024

Changing Of The Season

 My father always said upon leaving " I'll be seeing ya " I never once heard him say good bye. I have come to realize how final a goodbye actually is. With each goodbye the heart aches a little more. It is the changing of the season, dark, gray and a little cooler. I can't help but  think of the people who came into my life and for a moment redirected the path I was on.  I can't help but feel the loss that overwhelms my soul. It's not often I let the tears fall but it reminds me of the poem I wrote many years ago. " The weight of a tear" "as it rolls down my cheek it picks up memories"