The Gift of Saying Goodbye

No, you are not going anywhere
Until you understand that 
There are four seasons in the skies
         The winter breeze that freezes the air
               And mounds up snow...
                      The spring time love that assuages the air 
                            And bestow life to flowers
        The scotching summer
              that crystallises our realities
                     And the autumn sheds
                            that leaves the world alil' bit bare

You are not going anywhere 

Until you construe that

Things and people come and go

For a VERY good reason.

       The kisses under the mistletoe?

              The lilac blooms of his sweet perfume?

                    The passionate memiors scotching thy infant love?

                           The autumn sheds that leaves your world alil' bare?

 They all come and go for a VERY good reason

What leaves, let it go...
Cause you actually don't need it
Clinging on 'what used to be'

Only brings your world alittle closer to its demise

Saying goodbye is a gift

That only God effectively bestows. 

Ask God for the gift of saying goodbye