Goodbye

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Goodbye: It is where I found myself

Teach me how to properly say goodbye
As I lift my touch from "ours" everytime you pass by
The sound of your voice withstanding the howls of dark made me shatter
How do I neglect the pain along with the "love" we failed to conquer?

I was like a coward dog running away from the waves —
the waves of each memory I tried to save
I'm scared... I was so scared I begun crawling back and forth
A little more scared I started breaking all the ties in every sort

Let me live with the grief of walking away
Even if it slaps me hard — let it, if you may
It'll get easier as it learns the growth of the branches
And I'll soon love the sound of my footsteps running apart from your pieces

— then I would finally realize...
"Goodbye" was a sweet sound
I'll never regret to recognize.

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