366 Poems: May 29th, 2016

Good Byes

Why can I never say

goodbye

the right way?

Like there’s always something

left unsaid?

In my head

I say, “You fool.

What if that was your last chance

to get it right?”

And if I had

this second sight,

would it change a thing?

Or would I still leave you standing

in the street

with a broken hug

and the words that are never

enough?

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