Bittersweet Goodbyes

Reads: 8  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

With vivid imagery and poignant reflections, the poem explores the pain of saying goodbye to cherished friends, a beloved home, and a familiar city. It captures the bittersweet essence of memories that linger, even as life moves forward. Amidst the stinging tears and nostalgic reverie, the poem conveys a sense of gratitude for the experiences and connections that shape us. And no matter how deep the cuts are made from those memories, you're glad that life has at least left something worthwhile for you.

Is it fair

To have everything you loved

Snatched away from you

Without a warning?

 

And when everyone around you

Are happy for the change

You just have to smile

In front of them

And then dance in the rain

To hide the tears.

 

My friends yanked away

From my grasp,

Although it was expected,

It still did not stop

The unbidden tears.

 

Then saying goodbye

To our house,

A bubble of our own

Away from our prying relatives

And those places

That never gives us peace.

 

So many memories

Packed into one

Crumbling, old house

Which we had grown to call

Our home,

And which now

Lasts only in memory.

 

Leaving my city was

The greatest blow of all,

The city which i had called home,

The place i never imagined leaving,

The sanctuary in which

I had started to believe in myself

And grow out of my insecurities.

 

The place i made my best friends,

The place i had many firsts,

The place where we were free.

 

I guess

This is a part

Of life:

The unexpectedness,

The disbelief,

The stinging tears,

The blurry vision.

 

All of it rests

In our memories,

The memories that life

Is gracious enough

Not to take away

Until the very end.

 

So thank you,

Life

For at least

Making me love something

Before you shattered it all

And even though,

I can’t help but hate you

A part of me

Thanks you

For leaving behind the memories

To keep me company

Of the good and the bad times

And of every moment in between

 

No matter how deep

The memories cut in

Every time i think about them

And every time

I lose a part of myself

That i spent so long

Discovering about myself

 


Submitted: February 26, 2025

© Copyright 2025 BAK. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:


Facebook Comments

Other Content by BAK

Short Story / Flash Fiction

Poem / Poetry

Miscellaneous / Literary Fiction