Always the Goodbye Girl? - Music and Poem About Saying Goodbye
From "The A.M. Poems"
This is another poem from my notebook of “The A.M. Poems,” those I have written in the wee hours of the morning when my mind is whirling with thoughts and questions—and my pen is rambling. This particular poem questions the madness of the world, the quest for any kind of truth, and the inevitability of good-byes.
As a child, it's not abnormal to experience goodbyes in life. As a child myself, I began to wonder if that was just a part of life that would always be. Have you ever seen the movie "The Goodbye Girl," by Neil Simon? Starring alongside Richard Dreyfuss, Marsha Mason has her own trust issues, as all her relationships seem to end in goodbyes, or, in her case, without always even the courtesy of a goodbye.
Even better than the movie--my mom had (and now I have taken over!) the 45 RPM record of "Goodbye Girl," David Gates' (from the group, Bread) beautiful song that I listened to many, many times as a child in the 70's. This touching, haunting song still grabs me, and I still wonder.... Who will say goodbye...and who will stick around?
A never-ending galaxy of good-byes
And broken dreams
Thoughtless and countless--
Wrapping itself around our time
Warping our senses,
Like puzzles, mazes,
No sense or rhyme,
A matter of looking
Or seeing or finding
Truth for love
Or hate or war
Or even children.
Like tasteless berries of fruitless wine,
And open our eyes
One day in
Goodbye Girl by David Gates from Bread (one of my favorite songs)
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