One tree burns like a torch behind your head.
The wind blows keenly through the words you said.
The iron gray elegance of sky is sad.
I tried to reach you but the light was bad.
The katydids are singing summer's end.
Good-bye is such a simple sound, my friend.
Quite suddenly I see why cold is blue.
Someone is crying. Is it me, or you?
Previously published, Auraq, Pakistan
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-bye-is-such-a-simple-sound/
