They make me think of sad eyes and lips that were bitten in an attempt to stop the tears.
Some make you think of the possibilities of life,
if that one had reached its full potential.
So many tears,
So many goodbyes.
How can we make our goodbye count?
Some goodbyes rip us from our hearts.
Others slip softly threading into the night.
One makes me think of bravery in the face of doom.
Often I’m lost for words
So much heartache,
Let our goodbyes count shall we?