Bye

it hurt as the rain drops
slid down the glass window
in sync with my own tears
for saying goodbye is always the hardest thing to do

memories are built and last
but letting go of an attachment so deep is hard

how does one say bye to everything
that they have built around them
and pick up and move
and try to nest elsewhere

the new may be happy and full of surprise
may be beautiful and fresh
but those memories keep coming back
and rolling down as tears

is it the desperate want for being in the known
or just the fact that the heart makes a connection
oh why is it so difficult
to say bye and move on