Goodbye

I wonder if maybe 
This time it’ll stick 
Like the late April 
Snows which blanket with 
Heavy wet large snowflakes 
As if nature is 
Doling out double portions 
Maybe this time will 
Be the last time 
I mean how many 
Goodbyes does it take 
For something to be 
Over finally over finished 
How many coats of 
Paint does it take 
To hide the blemishes 
And the ugly scars 
Just how much makeup 
Will make bruises disappear 
If I keep going 
Back like the deer
To the now naked 
Branches doesn’t that make 
Me look like the 
Fool like the despot 
This one last final 
Goodbye must be the 
Spring for so many 
Believe that loneliness is 
Winter but limping love 
Is lonelier than snow 
Which does eventually stay