This Is Not Goodbye

Words  unsaid,
hearts broken”,

would be the perfect line to a goodbye letter;
but this is not goodbye.
Time has passed and memories of your love still echo loudly in his hollow heart.
Remember him;
for he has started his journey to the silent land where you cannot hold his hand anymore.
Do not grieve,
for he is not worthy of your tears.
He shall not forget you,
for the forgetmenots that shine every night persistently are reminiscent of you to him.
He still believes that you still exist somewhere,
watching over him.
Worry not,
in your ending was your beginning.
This is not goodbye.
His senses combust,
fingertips tingle,
lips tremble as he scribbles the letter. When you met you were both blind to the truth, blind to your ways, but you learned fast,
that good things don’t always last. Though the heart cannot let go of the feelings,
the mind cannot forget about the memories;
it must be done;
but this is not goodbye.
Like the dead,
his goodbye was sudden,
abrupt,
and brusque;
it defined the very essence of abandonment without making a promise not to leave.
The dreams of a future now in the past, for a love that he thought would forever last.
This is not goodbye