For You / Inevitable Goodbyes / Garden for Many Seasons

For you who holds my hands in one of your own
While holding a gentle mirror before me with the other  

I fear there’ll come a place where
You or I will have to say
Perhaps “goodbye”
Maybe “so long for now”
Or “until we meet again”
There will be some event
Or conversation, or indescribable sense
Granting knowledge equal parts gift and curse
That the winding path of shrinking time has forked again
And either you are pulled in one direction where I do not belong 
Or I simply must take another  

Maybe there’s a distant land
That will call out to you 

Perhaps one of us will find our time upon us
Expectedly or not
Sighing a last breath

But I believe that in the end
It’ll be a love of another kind
(The kind that over-rules all) 
That narrows the path
Until I can no longer follow you

I hope we’ll wave at each other
Across the fields when we see each other 

I hope you’ll be remembering me fondly
At least when you wear your indigo
While wondering what I’m doing in mine  

I’ll remember the transient nature of human connection
While wondering if there was ever a way to keep you closer
Longer

Until then 

The garden is rich and enjoyed
Even in seasons where the seeds will not take root
And buds will not flower
Your presence bringing more peace
Than any sights or scents or gentle breezes
In fields of endless blossoms ever could 

May 17(?) – 24, 2025