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 ⚫️