The Last Goodbye

Is there a thing as a last goodbye?

I asked when I held memories tight,

Is there a right time to say it right,

When you didn't even know that forever was a lie. 

Is it relief or is it chaos?

Maybe it's untangling of fates entwined,

A string we break as we weep,

Who knew it was such a lonely ride. 

You think you needed prep time to speak,

But you never thought it was the last time to greet,

In a rush you don't notice little things,

All of him becomes a hazy dream. 

Like a roadblock that cuts a path,

Like a knife that snips a string,

Like a melody stuck on a jarring note,

Like a ghost that forgot it was no more. 

To catch one last glimpse of good times,

Before the tears cloud the eyes,
Hopeful dreams hit the ocean tier,

Your sinking heart cannot survive.

So many feelings left unfelt,

So many tears left unshed,

So many sighs left unheard,

So many things left unsaid. 

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