I don't think we realize as humans how hard goodbye season is
Not only for those who are leaving
But for the people who will still be here when they're gone.
We forget that with every goodbye
There may or may not be another hello.
So consequently, you're stuck in their rearview mirror
Watching with teary eyes as they leave
Because they might not come back
Or when they do come back, they won't be the same person who left.
So we stay here
And turn into ghosts
Who haunt the wrong houses
Because the people who leave are rarely superstitious.
So we have to accept the phase we're in
Of knowing it's no longer going to happen
But holding onto the hope that it might
Because things like this seldom make it past goodbye season.