A Goodbye never said,
Is not a goodbye at all
Right?
But some must be said,
For some things must
Be.
That day it rained,
This day it rains
Still.
His touch still fresh,
My eyes still wet
Constantly.
I hid behind my curtain,
Afraid of the audience behind it,
I hid in my small room,
I hid and I
Cried.
I didn't want to,
No wants to say
Goodbye.
