Sadness

I reach the sadder days of all my life.
I leave my friends, some have been known for years.
Pain stabs me through. I feel the ice hot knife.
And yet through pain, I can not shed my tears.

And every day I make some final time
to say what needs be said. But I won't say.
My heart accepts not. My brain must remind
that time's short. Parts of me think I'm to stay.

It's easy to believe this falsehood's true,
far easier than saying my good-byes.
Illusions will hurt more after I've flew.
Strong, sad hugs keep far the bitter-sweet lies.

Each loss hits shattering, painfully hard.
Of my soul you have each taken a shard.

~Weston Halberstadt