Bittersweet

A million ways to say hello,

but none to say goodbye.

The thought of separation

has put my soul out to dry.

I don’t form bonds.

I don’t sustain friendships.

What I had with you was meant

to be endless.

I support you on your way

to answer the call that God has made.

I, too, will call

only to hear a dial tone

from miles away.

The silence is only bitter,

never sweet.

For nothing will come close

to the taste of what you meant to me.