The Pains of Goodbye

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    The Pains of Goodbye


    For every Story, there is a history
    For every history, there is a memory
    For every memory, there is a past
    And for every past, there is pain.

    My mind was blanked out when she said those last words
    As excitement departs from her eyes, flashback of the sweet old day engulfed my memory
    Tears that were as cruel as a piercing sword spontaneously rolled down from my cheeks
    I felt all alone in the world that I have always portrayed in my eyes
    Dreams that are yet to come true vividly shattered
    Hope that kept the spirit alive all times scrammed

    As I looked into her lifeless eyes, I realized that her opened eyes stared at nothing in particular
    There was this aura of coldness that suddenly took precedence of the room
    Every tissue inside me impulsively froze
    As I stretched my shaking hands to shut her eyes, I said the word "Goodbye"

    Goodbye, a word that crests a moment into our memory
    Goodbye, a word that finds it way into our subconscious
    Goodbye, a word that invoke tears
    Goodbye, a word of departure
    Goodbye, an unforgettable word
    Goodbye, a word that meant goodbye

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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