Goodbyes are hard Even when you know you’ll talk tomorrow There’s always a little part of me that’s not sure Not sure that we’ll speak again Not sure if you’ll respond Not sure you’ll be there So what am I supposed to do when I know i’ll never see you again When I have a time limit for my goodbye When your fading And there’s so much- too much- to say How am I supposed to fit everything i should have said into a sentence I’m not ready Not ready to loose you And not ready to say the words that give you permission to go If i don’t say anything will you stay? Or will you slip by Wondering why i didn’t care enough To say goodbye ⚫️Not the Prompt ⚫️