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~ Saying GoodBye ~
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Saying Good-Bye

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Saying Good Bye to a lot of people means that they are only going out of sight , they are only changing a geographical location.

That they will again soon, maybe tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, see one another or speak to one another, communicate, correspond in one form or another.

To many saying Good Bye is more permanent, it is as if to say, we will never speak again, we will never correspond, communicate again, but what we once knew is over,

Good Bye, meaning,

The End.

There are many salutations when two or more part as there are many greetings both of the spoken word, the written word, a physical gesture. To many Good-Bye is spoken to only one who has crossed over, who is no more with us. The same feeling of Good-Bye could be between two people that were once very close, two people that know and that feel the permanent Good-Bye. This is not just Good-Bye of the voice, it is not just a wave gesture, this is Good-Bye of the mind, the thought, the heart, the emotions, the soul which produces both sweet and salt tears but with Good-Bye only the salt tears flow. This is Good-Bye of the Spirit, Good-Bye written in the red ink of our inward being, the depths of all that we feel, Good-Bye of the flesh, the bodies never to embrace again. This is Good-Bye of the natural Earthly senses also. This is not Good-Bye of a dearly departed one, this is Good-Bye to a living loved one that you have touched the warmth, the softness of their body, this is one that you have shared the sweet nectar in the touch of the lips. This is no never more smell their scent, their fragrance, their aroma, neve ever again to hear the soft spoken word in your ears, never ever again to see each other, to look upon the one, that all of these inward feelings, all of these natural Earthly senses you have known. This is as Good-Bye as saying Good-Bye to someone who has crossed over, who has departed this Earth. That lays before us as only a shell where all of these many feelings, senses that were one housed that brought us pleasure, that brought us contentment, satisfaction, happiness.

Why is there Good-Bye?

Good-Bye is the time when a temporary salutation is not temporarily given for one reason or another, one or both of the individuals feel that there are no more forward footsteps to take, no more journeys arm in arm, no more frolicking as friends, no more companionship, being together enjoying one another’s company. Very true in the case of lovers, not necessarily lovers of the flesh, not necessarily the act of love but the feeling of love as it has diminished or died. This Good-Bye was never ever thought to be possible but because of circumstances, situations, conditions, ones actions, ones attitudes, ones priorities has brought this about. This Good-Bye so sad but in many cases necessary for one or both individuals to continue living or one or both would die, a mental strain or frustration, the physical exhaustion, frustration, the emotional confusion to a point where there is no repair. There is no going back to the beginning as each archway, each dimension, each bridge is crossed that they have gone through together is of the past, there is no more light at the end of the tunnel, the roadway has ended, not even into a path but has turned into quicksand. The sadness is devastating even more so than death because we realize there could have been a chance to revive the situation, this life instead of Good-Bye.

Why this Good-Bye we ask ourselves.

When the track under a speeding locomotive ends, the locomotive continues on. Devastation, like running head on into a brick wall, like diving head first off a very high cliff into the jagged rocks below. One turns loose of the other ones hand, one takes their arm from about the others waist. Space is where closeness was, doubt is where love lived at one time, no faith in the friendship, no trust in the companionship. No desire since all else is lost, to continue as going deeper into a cave, it only gets darker, the air gets thinner, the lost get even more lost. In the forest, in the desert with new growth all around us but no growth within us. The oneness divides into as one, then as one separates into individualism. The individuals have journeyed so far together toward new frontiers, toward new worlds, dreams, fantasies. When all of these things are built as castles in the sky, there is always the return to reality. that is the very sad part, it is all of these thoughts of the mind, all of these emotions of the heart, all of these sweet and salt tears of the Soul, all of this red ink of the Spirit, the highs and lows, the depths, the heights of the Spirit, the softness, the gentleness, the warmth of the flesh. All of these Earthly senses, the intenseness of the taste, the touch, the aroma, the sight, the sigh. Had it been built on a foundation of reality, a foundation of not the sky, not within the walls of a castle which could come later or come along together with the reality but when these dreams are only dreams and these fantasies are only fantasies you drift and you float, you ride among the clouds in the skies but you have not walked upon this Earth, your feet have not touched the ground, there is no more path, there is no more light at the end of the tunnel, no more bridges to cross.

Good-Bye, Good-Bye is so permanent.

Sometimes in life, sad but true a Good-Bye is necessary for one or both involved in this relationship. Sometimes we look at the present, we look at the sadness, we look at the unhappiness, we look at what could have been but is not and never will be but if we look back at this fantasy word, at the dream world there was no time of sadness, thee was only time of happiness, there was no time of without only with, there was no salt tears from the soul, only sweet tears of happiness. The satisfaction of contentment, the depth and the height of the Spirit was to measure how far this love went into the sky, into the heavens and how deep into our inward being, the dept of our inward being, this love was.

It is a sad time to have to say Good-Bye but there are times that it is necessary as there has to be a goal in all relationships, in all togetherness, in all oneness. This one must grow together, this one must journey together but when the distraction comes one goes on one path the other goes the other path. It is not a temporary situation, one path, one way, the other path the other way never to cross again. Good-Bye, good luck, it was a wonderful journey but the journey, the travel is over. Never, ever will you pass this way again, you can only look and remember, think back, you cannot look back, you cannot go back, you can only think back, remember back to how wonderful it was as with one who has departed and is now on the other side.

It is....

"Good Bye"

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“A Lovers Good Bye”

 

The beautiful Princess awoke to notice the darkness out her window..

 

Alone she lay with the warmth of the previous night’s storm that sent chilling, erroneous, erotic, exotic, tingling feelings throughout her entire body..

 

She thought of the flashes of lightning, the rolling of the thunder, the driving rain, that she so longed to go out and have it strike her body like needles..

 

She could not hold the urge within her wanting, aching interior, so with her nakedness, she surged toward the pounding needles..

 

Holding her breasts in cups with her hands she felt the sharpness of the storm excite her very soul..

 

Her breasts longed to be stimulated as they were being done, but by the lightning and by the vibrations of the rolling thunder..

 

It was dark and she could see the lightning passing away towards the eastern horizon to meet the lighting of the sky by the coming sun..

 

She longed to have the power of the lightning touch her body and as her loins ached to be touched by the source, she heard no rolling thunder as it had faded away into the distance..

 

The lightning could be seen no more, the vibrations of the thunder could no longer be felt..

 

Oh, she longed for the storm to return..

 

She sadly, slowly, head bowed, soul gone, her spirit lost, walked back into her humble abode and back to her bed to weep..

 

As she approached her bed, she viewed a lone bright red rose near her white cased covered pillow..

 

Looking closely she noticed drops of blood dripping from the rose, tears she thought, a broken heart, from the only source she could imagine..

 

Her love,

 

“Rolling Thunder”

 

A note beside the rose read the single word she did not want to hear..

 

“Goodbye”