Saying good-by is always such a hard thing to do...
Never would I have ever imagined you not with me. I saw you everywhere watching. In fluffy white clouds, I saw you giving a stoic farewell salute, rolling over and over, then disjoining and vaporizing. In my afternoon Coke, tiny air bubbles fondled and nuzzled each other, then sadly dissolved. I saw... Sign in to see full entry.