  Saying Goodbye The Door Closes... The Song Ends... And with one swipe of my hand the candle wisps into nothingness. The long December is done. She is gone. And my thoughts turn inward and calm. All the history... the pain, the love, the passion, the secrets shared, the dreams forgot.
Packed up in little boxes and suitcases headed for the shore. In hopes of finding peace and a better life. Saying Goodbye wasn't all that it felt it should have been. After all the passion and expression and years of love and friendship... a hug, a handshake and moving on. I suppose it's fitting. We were never one to imitate any sort of normalcy.
We were children of a different way. Bittersweet. Sweet yet bitter. She was the first to dig herself into me. She was the first that wanted to know who I was. To ask the questions, to understand my emotions, my unspoken language, my hidden fears.
She was relentless in that. It's hard to let that go. Goodbye old friend. Hopefully we'll meet again. I heard the wind today... for the first time in a long time. Standing quietly upon an asphalt alter, watching the clouds spill over me.
They're racing to some destination far away from here. And then the show begins... one of the rare treasures of living in West Texas. The lighting... silent and relentless. Clouds suddenly illuminate and radiate, lightning jumps from sky to cloud and back again. Without a single sound, except the rustling of the leaves, the creaking of the branches and my own echoing footsteps. --Will 
