It’s hard to be optimistic about death, unless you can look at it in a not so permanent way. I mean, who’s to say that this life is all there is? This poem isn’t about saying goodbye, so much as saying hello again.

Not For Too Long

This is just a little goodbye

Which means

I guess

That it’s not forever

Because we’ll see each other again

Soon soon soon

Before you can even miss me

Before the tears dry all the way

And no, dear

You can’t follow me

Not just yet

And maybe it hurts now

There’s nothing sweet in goodbyes

Remember

At the end of every goodbye

Is a hello

And I’ll see you soon

Soon soon