it all started with a hello,
and next thing i know,
he's gone.
he's waving goodbye.
that's when i begin to cry.
he's gone.
that was the very last goodbye.
yeah, i love him a lot.
he's all i got.
but now he's gone.
i saw this coming.
baby, i've known it all along.
you would leave one day.
you would be like everyone else,
starting with a hello,
and waving their last goodbyes.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetryif i told you how much you mean to me, i'd never to a chance to finish.
