Goodbyes are not forever, Goodbyes are not for us.
Goodbyes aren’t tragedy. Goodbyes are not robust.
This may be good, This may not be for real.
But a Goodbye upon the pages, makes time want to stand still.
I cannot lose, I cannot waste.
I just want you to be well thought through.
Please don’t give up, nor will I.
For each timbering day is more like I’m dying.
So
Goodbyes are not forever, Goodbyes are not for us
Please remember,
I love you.
And all of this is robust.
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A Midst of Sadness
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
