Hello and goodbye
Are two words that are
not a description that would say the facts behind your glazed eyes
or the slippery heart in my hands.
To say goodbye would mean that's it's all good.
Or if I say farewell, I would be saying that you're all good.
But that's not true.
I'm standing on the ground you sleep in.
Waiting for your chest to rise once more.
It never will be a good-bye.
And bye is too short to say it.
I'll just add a few more flowers to make up for
each syllabus lost in translation.
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