For with every

   For with every farewell

is a joyful hello,

the kind you dwell upon

when nothing's left below.

   For with a day's spark

there's tremendous sorrows,

the type you'll weep from

since you don't know tomorrow's.

   The words I write speaks my heart

because you were all I had,

but nothing last a lifetime

and now I pay the price.

   With every farewell

comes a greeting,

followed by a forever goodbye;

still I ponder upon a joyful hello.