Goodbye for now

There comes a time, not regulated by the
clock or calendar. March, November, or any
season-only, I suppose, the seasons of the
heart...a time to say goodbye.

There was a time not long ago when we knew
only happiness and brought only love to each
other in every way. Try to think about that.
I know it's dangerous to leave an open door,
but there's always tomorrow.

As long as the heart is capable of remembering,
it's capable of love. Think about the possibility
of tomorrow, even though we've just
now said goodbye.