wave goodbye/say hello

"In life there are no revisions. Once it is done, then thats what it is. The past, Memories that are set in stone. You can long for what was but it will never be. you cry out for what was. you wonder what will be. I wonder what will be. I miss my past but I want to meet my future.....wave goodbye, say hello!"     Facebook status, Eugene woody




A acoustic guitar accompanies a voice filled with sorrow.  I can never go back.  the melody played sets a mood, A somber saxophone joins the reminiscent melody. I wish I could go back. This melody resurrects the emotions he once knew. He was in love. This is the melody played when love is to be remembered and not lived. "Come back to me" he whispers softly. The soft whisper disturbs the soiled smoke from his cigar. As the saxophone begins its solo in this melody, He can see her face in the smoke as it is blown in the air. She dances in away as the smoke clears. She leaves me again. Her memory remains. the aged brandy he holds in his right hand, keeps her memory from fading into the night. He swirls the contains in the glass before he is to received it's aged nectar. He licks his lip with such satisfaction. Not because of the brandy. Because of her. I can still taste her. I can still......This is the moment a single tear begins to fall from is eye. This is the moment the past hurts the most. The melody that plays prominently displays his broken heart. He is still. weeping for what was. Whispering softly "come back to me". Still. Disturbing the smoke blown into the air. The Guitar has strummed it's last note. Sorrows melody has come to an end. 


He has survived the night. He has relived the past for one more night. Held on to one last memory. standing in his mirror he sought a different out come then the constant resurrection of the past. He sought closure. He sought an end. He sought his goodbye. He smiled at his refection and said "HELLO"