I walked in alone.
Escorted only by vivid memories
of you, and echoes of your laughter.
The reggae enveloped me
and the beat stirred my heart.
I missed you then, more than my every day
With a ferocity that brought forth a spring
of tears and erected a concrete wall of resolve
to not break down in front of strangers.
You see, I walked in alone.
Escorted only by the thoughts of you
that dance through my day, my mind,
and echoes of your friendship and love
that enveloped me
and saved my heart.
But that seems like so far ago. Days away.
Today, I walked in alone to listen to some reggae
Tears fell, shoulders sagged, and realization hit…
It’s never going to be the same. Ever.
I will always have reggae, and through this,
I will always have you.
But that is not enough.
I’ve bade you goodbye a million times
in my dreams, in my nightmares,
in my heart, in my dancing,
in every sense possible
that holds my memories of you.
This is the longest goodbye.
I let reggae in tonight,
and it broke my heart all over again
with whispers of you all over it.
This is still the longest of goodbyes.