Last Goodbye The moment was a flash a burnt photograph in the front of my memories. Even though the picture was just taken. My heart drifted to the throat, like a lost ship with a winded sailor, as we said our good-byes I knew it was forever. Choking on last words of good luck trying to formulate sentences worthy enough to last a whole lifetime, but could only see green fields under an unlimited sun. The days we used to play were brighter, childhood. For you the days offered so much more somewhere else. As the sailor knows there’s time for everything- while holding on to this picture, I swallow my heart and the sailor sinks with his ship.
Eric Tang's Questions:
My intent on writing this poem is to pull at you emotionally, to make
you remember last good-byes and how sad and joyful it was to see a
friend or a loved one move on. I worry about the language used here, is
it too flat and bland to give you that effect?
Or does the poem make you think of the time you moved away or moved on?
Does the sailor analogy make sense?