Never Been Sure

Never been sure that we can say goodbye 
because each time I've tried and I stood there
an element of hello snuck quick in 
somehow to subvert...brush of a feather

of a bird forever migratory
as we are...and then the desolation
of loss that is prophecy...and hello
sounds again from inner deep afterwards

tenderness of attention that is love
I've tried to ready myself for the loss
I knew was coming, but the flesh of me
disagreed and fought against the pretense

maybe goodbye is the last of hello
each one intrinsic to the other