Bye and Not Gone

Never much for memories.

Not much for tell-tale songs.

But I loaded up today…

And, I had been brought back to the notion…

That you were gone.

 

It had not been the sun.

It had not been the warmth.

It had been simply…

‘fare thee, well.’

 

Mystery starts in all that it holds.

Items, trinkets, bronze, gold.

A step forward began my recovery.

Yet, intricate bygone thoughts…

Aid to the past and its discovery.

 

Laden down in daily routine.

Are all my in-between.

For now…

And, perhaps, for the moments that keep calling…

I will live in the make-believe.