Farewell

purling water

in a strange way

like going to sleep

letting go of

your life and your art.

How can it be

and how can it be

that the thing I cared for the most

betrays me?

All I wanted…

and then it interrupts me

with a shake of the head

I never understood

It smiles at me

like a friend

(written for a Fed Poets' Society meeting, themed: "Farewell")