Thank you John Doe
If i had a dollar for every time i have unpacked these boxes,
I would be on the Forbes list.
Alas my packing skills come cheap
Goodbye is so final, you say.
So you reach out and kiss me fare well instead.
And then i forget why i wanted to leave in the first place
Until the next time.
And yet i rely on them to help me leave you
And yet i find myself tangled up in them time after time.
“Goodbye, fare well, i am sorry, don’t leave, i hate you, i love you”…
The boxes are packed again.
I know better now.
They are but mere words.
Unable to heal, powerless to repair,
Until you mean them.
So we will not be saying these words.
I will be taking the back door out.
Silence wins more battles than words.
Song of the day: U2 – With or without you.