rarely is parting sweet sorrow

when we part

at times,

though rare,

we often say it was a bitter

sweet goodbye,

a reluctant farewell.

no hard

feelings my dear, 

but it's best we

go our separate ways,

parting being

sweet sorrow.

in truth though

it seldom goes that way

and instead

a door gets slammed

behind a set

of angry words,

and a fire

burns with everything

left behind.

sweet sorrow?

hardly.