Bsayonara And Adieu Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Vividly recalling, the unyielding heat,
Top of my head, to the bottom of my feet.
Could this letter, be really for me.
Ultimate failure, unconditional defeat.

Like a lamb led to slaughter,
I couldn't summon a scream.
Only live in the moment,
Of a really bad dream.

Shuffling the letter,
Ten times side to side.
Suspense or regret
Attacking my pride.

Wadded it up in my hand,
Time after time.
Should I know open it?
I've made up my mind.

Should I use it for kindling?
Respectfully, toss in the fire.
Forget this never happened,
I was beginning to tire.

Could a lifetime be recorded?
On this letter I now hold.
Summon the courage to read it?
Be yet this careless or bold.

We stood the time I thought,
And we stood the test.
But it was time for the letter,
To have it's final rest.

Without opening the letter,
Though there was desire,
Walked over to the mantle,
And dropped in the fire.

Briefly, a sadness and loss,
Relief, tainted with blue.
Acceptance then peace.
Sayonara and adieu.