Goodbye

Silently, I wave my hand and you drop one or two tears. And it’s official. We don’t say goodbye but we know it’s goodbye. So goodbye. I can remember one thousand things to tell you but they all hurt so I fake a smile and say it’s going to be all right. But then you say you always hated it when people say it’s going to be all right and I get a litlle mad, for I only wanted to make you and us feel better.

Goodbye. Every time I say goodbye, it cuts deeper in my heart but I can’t help it, I keep on saying goodbye as if I want to convince myself, through pain, that it is true. Goodbye my love. Perhaps I could just change my speech a little bit and start saying farewell. For farewell doesn’t heart as much. Farewell reminds me of times I did not live, and yet, I know the feeling of being left for a trip, for an adventure. The unbeatable destiny’s feeling.