Adieu Epiphany

I want to say goodbye to you
like summer does to spring.

I want to wave gracefully, my plumage green to the
soft buds of your departure that have bloomed into
falling petals of an experience not forsaken.

I want to embrace this new season
of silence and distance, like your moon over oceans.
Never saying, never responding
but always ebbing and flowing with eternal wisdom
as life does.

I want to kiss you as the pollen does the wind,
for just enough time to be gently placed in new grounds
and grow another time, greeting you again
as a butterfly does the flower
or the bird does the seed.

I want to say goodbye to you
like summer does to spring,
hatching bird and blooming flower
feather to the sky, pollen to the breeze.