Goodbyes must not be like

the last sip of wine at the end of a crystal glass

which is left behind to be poured down blue sinks,

or like a lose tendril of lush golden hair

that gradually fails to keep holding on,

or like little kites flying high in the blue sky

for all they can do is escape and escape and escape.

Goodbyes must be like

the midnight dance of lovers in a golden ball room

which intertwines their souls for whole of eternity,

or like the long, yet ephimeral drive on the highway

that spans forever in a few fleeting hours,

or like the goodnight kiss of an affectionate mother

that holds the promise of an undying warmth.

Author's Note