Fae Flutterby What's Goodbye

WHAT’S GOODBYE?

Goodbye could be divorce,

Or the day of graduation.

It could be letting go of one’s arm,

Or to be six feet below the ground.

 

Goodbye could be dismissal time,

Or the closing of curtains.

It could be an echo,

Or a long and longing kiss.

 

Goodbye could be a burning house,

Or to come and not mean to stay.

It could be the fallen leaves,

Or the climax of a story.

 

Goodbye could be a fake smile,

Or the recalling of a tune.

It could be a tintless pen,

Or the never-ending wave of the hand.

 

Goodbye could be an abortion,

Or hearing I’m not whom you loved most.

It could be the last glimpse,

Or going home after reunion.

 

Goodbye could be the last slice of pizza,

Or to live lifeless.

It could be photographs and memories,

Or to be fed up.

 

Goodbye could be “Thank you!”,

Or the end of the late night show.

It could be the setting of the sun,

Or to hope for another start.

 

Goodbye could be the finale,

Or the tears shed.

It could be reaching adulthood,

Or saying “I’m sorry.”.

 

Goodbye could be an erasure,

Or my childhood best friend.

It could be the ringing of bells,

Or going to the next level.

 

But no matter what goodbye is,

Whatever it may mean,

I believe in only one thing:

Goodbye was when you left.