Do Good by You

Why does something that feels like forever

feel like it’s ending now?

Your body’s trying to die,

this feels like goodbye.

Goodbye doesn’t bring death to my love,

it makes it rise higher

to where it belongs,

in a place where dying isn’t real anymore.

You’re more real now than you’ve ever been,

and that’s why I can’t see you very well

in those eyes,

in those lines of your face,

because the realest things can’t be seen yet.

In saying goodbye to you,

I want to do good by you.

To tell you goodbye is an oxymoron

because good is realest,

and bye is bad,

and bad isn’t real where you’re going,

so this bye is good because

it

isn’t

real.

See you soon.

Background:

Like many pieces, I can’t remember when I wrote this, just that it has been in the last couple of years. I DO remember that I was thinking about the grief of a loved one passing and the simultaneous comfort when you are confident that their soul was and is right with God, meaning that goodbye isn’t really goodbye. Knowing some precious people who have been temporarily separated from their dear ones lately brought this piece to my mind.

Wishing you goodness without end,

Jess