“what’s the worst part between hellos and goodbyes?”
You asked a late December night as you looked me in the eyes
“what?” I questioned back as I drank the whiskey in my hand
“it’s the goodbye of course” you announced as if some smart ladI smiled. Thinking it was just another bullshit you spout
“or more specifically, the unsaid goodbyes before the actual goodbyes”
And I knew, you were referring to that woman you couldn’t live without
I know, I’ve watched all your unsaid goodbyes and muffled cries“what about you?” you asked, as if you cared about my opinion
Or my feelings. “dunno” I replied as I stared into oblivion
My dear friend who I love more than one loves a friend
It’s the unforgettable in-between that haunts you more than the end***
It's the memories in-between hellos and goodbyes that makes it harder. xoxo, xrxs