The Way We Say Goodbye

I hit play on the song

you wanted me to listen to.

Parting goodbyes 

and acoustic guitar

together in harmony.

I remember waking together,

night a fading sight 

through the curtains. 

Brief moments

lingering on in memory

I think of loving you,

holding you,

being held

in turn.

I play the song again.

I see the light 

of that morning

once more.

If I love you,

I am terrible

at saying 

goodbye.

My life has been filled 


with many problematic 


goodbyes.