Wave

This is how

you will see

me.

A foggy haze

upon the weathered ground,

a misty fog

is colored in the darkness

of the setting sun,

my figure

facing you, 

or turned away, 

shifting with

your

point of view.

I may look

towards you,

and then look

towards 

what is ahead of us.

You may hear

the wind,

or a song

that you love,

or we loved.

As the moments pass,

I will fade from view,

or simply walk away.

Do not run

from this moment, 

but embrace it

with heavy, uncertain 

arms,

struggling with what

has changed, 

and in time,

the fears may subside

and my words

may come back

in level terms. 

The oncoming future

cannot change

the past,

only our perceptions 

of it. 

There is 

no need to

wave, 

or say goodbye.

The present and future

cannot change

the past,

only our perceptions 

of it.

Let go 

of the pain, 

but hold on

to what we meant 

to each other.  

Hold on to

who we were,

what we were,

and who I was, 

for I

will do the same,

for wherever 

I am 

about to go.  

-Daniel Coston

October 25, 2012

Dedicated to all my friends on that journey.