A day is littered with goodbyes.
Some unknown, some recognized.
But each day we say goodbye
never knowing if it will be finalized...
I hate goodbyes.
I hate their formality
their walls and their harsh breaks.
Maybe I'm too sensitive,
but it hurts me everytime...
I wish I could look at you
to tell you it may not mean forever,
but I don't really know that.
It could mean forever.
By choices
or by things out of our control...
I don't wish for this permanence.
But if you do, I'll respect your wishes.
I may turn and smile
and bid thee adieu
with a blank complexion
but it hides all the emotion in the world...

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