Goodbye, my lover

Saying goodbye without feeling a crack in ones heart, is like standing in a museum that is missing its art.
All things happen for a purpose and a reason, like the snow and the blossoms on the tree that appear each season.
Let’s not mourn or be sad, let’s celebrate the good moments we had.
Memories that will guide us through lonely moments, some will let us forget our internal torments.
Goodbye never really is goodbye. Sometimes it’s just another way to say ‘Hi’.
From now on, when I see red and black, and blue and white, my darkest mood will be bathed in light.
That’s your doing, wonderful man, and in a way, I will always be your woman.
And now, although I wish it wasn’t so, I say goodbye and with one last gentle kiss I urge you to go.