“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 lad
I 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
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It's the memories in-between hellos and goodbyes that makes it harder. xoxo, xrxs
