At Last?

so we say goodbye to the things we knew
a final bow to trust, trite love pats for the road
engage in a million useless
salutations of finality.
but it kills
and fills
the holes you left deep inside.

so we say goodbye to the things we knew
kiss away the stars and wave at the moon
bleed across a quiet horizon
the crimson and purple of wasted passion.
but it heals
and seals
and peels away the blindness of the night.

tender and new, with untouched smiling eyes
the sun is born again in sadness
but sings of

hope.