This Is

This is I love you.

Translated to goodbye in several languages of heartbreak.

This is the soft song of Cleopatra on her lifeless lips.

A broken string as the wire is drawn.


To you; I leave the warm grass and once wild forests,

And weave my way among forgotten streets.

Places I had been once but not recently visited.

This is one last look at a painting,

A memory;

The flowing colors of a daydream,


A background I never could have imagined.


This is my halleluiah as the knife cuts the way.

A perfect adoration

The hymn of inspiration

A call to the broken pieces of me:




This is I love you.


It is the wind screaming sorrow.

The final walk away.

This is the heart beating.

The mind seething.

Every emotion achieving

A heightened sense of agony.

The last lingering moments of the love of a lifetime;

As always tangled up in bed sheets that were not ours to begin with.


This is goodbye.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.   

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