The Final Goodbye

That hour was passing by the hour glass,
And every sand grain in that flask,
Traveled a path through it that defined
A change in the air where it was confined.
And my soul wandered in the room afloat,
Reminiscing every moment that it had in store.
And in that hour I traveled to the past,
One last chance at the moments that didn't last.
For the soul that was too free to be caged,
Moved around in mesmerized gaze.
Oblivion was now nowhere prevalent,
Every detail seemed so significant.
And in this last hour here, I felt alive.
At last when I had shed all my pride.
Because the final goodbye was bid too late,
After all had been erased from life's slate.