SpecialSaturday #2

A Last Goodbye 

We say the word without thinking
Without meaning
The word still lingers in the air
It still flutters for a listening ear
Without hope
It is stuck
If only I had stopped to listen
To fully experience the feeling
Of this fleeting word
Maybe then I would have known
This would be the last time
This word would never be spoken
Never more
We never expect goodbye to last forever
It somehow always finds its way home
But one day
When we least expect it
The word gets lost

Have a nice Saturday.



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