Goodbye with Love

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers.

Neville Chamberlain

We fought again or did our last fight never end?

I tried to see you today with an open mind.


Calm, at peace, happy to see you again.

We started with small talk, testing the waters, checking to see if we had returned to normal.

It must has started again with some comment.


I can’t really say who started things up again. Maybe the comment was harmless, innocuous.

A soft touch or even just a brush of the hand, but it touched upon a bruise that brought back memories of a past pain.

Soon those touches turned to pokes and jabs until verbal barbs were being buried into each other.


I didn’t come to fight or argue. I had hoped that we could go back to the way we were.

I came with fond memories in my head and the idea of an open heart.

Maybe you did too, you smiled when you saw me.

Regardless, of our intent this is how we are now.


One fight to another to another, not a battle but a war.

A campaign with brief pauses in between the combat, but the war never ends.

And so even while nursing my wounds, still bleeding and broken.

I surrender.


Lovingly, I’ll retreat. Nursing my wounds not to return again.

You are the lone victor, triumphant.



More than an end to war, we want an end to the beginning of all wars – yes, an end to this brutal, inhuman and thoroughly impractical method of settling the differences between governments.

Franklin D. Roosevelt


Originally posted 2017-02-06 21:34:15.

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