This is not Goodbye

 

It could be a Hello,

Or a Good Evening.

Some small talk 

Of holiday plans,

Or unexpected rain.

Maybe even some 

Unexpressed views,

Of how time flies,

And life seems so short.

So very short, that 

One must now talk 

Of futures rather than pasts,

And accept rather 

Than negotiate.

But that's okay.

We make friends,

We break friends.

And we crave for time,

A delectable, rare 

Dish so rarely on the menu.

Then the sighs,  

The laments.

The tiring talk of could be's 

And should be's.

But no, my dear.

Let's not get into all that.

Let's make plans 

Of better days to come.

Because come they will.

Life is a carousel,

A go kart, a dodge em' car.

Sometimes you sit and stay,

Sometimes you stand up 

And wave and walk away.

The one who's left behind,

Always stays longer in the ride,

Than the one whose

Token just expired.

That's okay.

This is not Goodbye.

This is just,

Let's discuss that,

Next time we meet.

Or I'd like to have 

Some cold coffee.

Would you like a sandwich?

While we talk of your dreams.

While we ruminate over

What could have been.

This is not Goodbye.

It's a see you soon.

Some day. Some place.