Beautiful Farewell

there is beauty

in goodbye,

like the pink skin

on your heart

that forms to

fill the void,

it grows soft

and rests frail,

more tender

than you've been

in a while.

the tears caught

in your throat

drip down to

soften the callus

before the break.

and the ache brightens

memories never noticed,

and though the steps

feel like being forgotten,

you remember

what's it's like

to be alive, and

the bleed makes you glad you

still have something to lose.