Goodbyes Are Better Left Unsaid


Goodbyes Are Better Left Unsaid

The sun is changing now for night–
a pink delight.
I watch it fade
and masquerade.
When darkened clouds turn dapple gray,
I turn away
with aching heart
to find that part
of me has died.  I then erase
your happy face
in silhouette—
the day we met.

© Freeda Baker Nichols



6 comments on “Goodbyes Are Better Left Unsaid

  1. dotlatjohn says:

    Lovely with a bit of mystery.


  2. Catherine Johnson says:

    Beautiful, Freeda!


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