Say Goodbye

Say goodbye.
I don't want to.
Too, too sad.
Too sad.

Times change.
Goodbyes are necessitated.
Darn!

Giving up,
giving something up,
something so important
it hurts to give it up.

Do what's right and good.
For me.
First.
Until I'm filled,
then I'm able to give away.

But only then.
Not while I'm empty.

Saying goodbye
doesn't mean abandonment.
It means to untangle,
undo the twisted yarn
and create neat balls.
So I can knit something.
So I can recover from chaos.

Saying hello while saying goodbye is ok.
It's not over,
just a bit more simple.
Visiting is fine.
If it fills me.

Only if it fills me first.
I know.
Oh, how my stomach aches from loss.

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