Tao Writer On The Crushing Weight Of GoodBye

CD05E1DA-82A1-4CAA-980E-B8B6238CAFDBTao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)

She told him what had kept her away was Death. But he rejected that excuse—for Death, he said, can never come between lovers.

— Naguib Mahdouz (December 11, 1911 – August 30, 2006)

I never thought the last time we said, 
“Good bye,” would be the last time. 
If I had known, I would have done it differently. 
I would have said to you one more time, 
“I love you.” Though I told you all the time, 
this time would have been different— if I had known.  

Our last embrace would have been much 
tighter and a lot longer. Our last kiss, 
more than just a brief touching of lips. 
It would have been a most soulful kiss. 
The kind that made you tingle with anticipation. 
The last time we made love would not have been 
so rushed by flight schedules and other lives —

If I had known it would be the last time 
I would look into your liquid blue eyes, 
I would have searched more deeply for reassurance 
that you were coming back to me. 
I would have made sure we had enough time 
to complete the book I was reading to you. 

If I had known it would be the last time 
I would touch you, I would have defied the Lords 
of our Life and Death, the very fates themselves 
would be unraveling the threads of death they weave. 
For if I had known it would be the last time I would 
ever see you, I would never have said, “Good bye.”


🎂 Happy Birthday Kathleen Sherrill (August 30, 1933 – June 27, 2003). I love and miss you. I remember you.🌹