Never liked goodbyes
Or their effect on me
The echoing silence
Of goodbyes,
Or it's constant ringing
In the pieces of my heart.
Of the in between words
In sentences,
Or the unexpressed looks
In the eyes.
Never liked goodbyes,
Or their effect on me.
The way my voice gets stuck
In my throat,
Or the difficulty of the words
I spoke
The way my steps slow down,
I refuse to walk away,
Or that I didn't turn around,
That would be the last straw
Never liked goodbyes
Or their effect on me
Not last year nor this one,
Not those eyes,
or these empty jokes
Spoken for the sake of it,
When neither of us,
Could manage to be happy
While saying
The last goodbye.
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