Temperate pyramid at the Muttart Conservatory in Edmonton
This isn't goodbye
Goodbye is too harsh
The edge too sharp
Arbitrary, as though
One could know
All the pathways
Of the future.
The world isn't built this way
We cycle and circle
Into and around each other
The rules of practice
Built on the faulty assumption
That somehow we can control
All the someday circles
To which we will one day belong.
My heart can't hold
The number of goodbyes
I will have to face
Over and over opening relationships
Only to end them.
Instead I hold you within me
As changed by you
As I hope you have been
A beautiful seed
Blooming in the garden of my regard.
I imagine the day
In some unknown future
Where unexpectedly
I see you on an ordinary street
Laughing flowers
In a delight of beauty
I will see you, living
In all the ways we talked about
And so many more
I will see you, transported
So far past this one moment
To a beyond neither one of us could imagine
I will see you and know
That nothing ever really ends
Only changes and becomes
What is required
To grow the gardens of now.
So this isn't goodbye
It is a seed held within
A prayer of gratitude.
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