It's the fear <br />of an early departure <br />mixed with knowledge <br />of things left unsaid. <br /> <br />I sit biting my lip <br />as I write this. <br />I don't notice the pain <br />till I've bled. <br /> <br />Do I say <br />''Goodbye'' or ''See ya later''? <br />Overwhelmed by this <br />feeling of dread. <br /> <br />They all know that my heart <br />was made for them <br />(or made by them <br />as I've often said) . <br /> <br />I must go with the plan of returning <br />still I plan so I leave no regrets. <br />I have written my final goodbye notes <br />with the hopes they will never be read.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-final-goodbye-notes/
