Goodbye
The rain pelts at my windshield
as the sky grows dark
and the distance increases
between two hearts.
The tears run down my face
as my heart grows cold
and your voice
echoes through my head.
Saying goodbye is the hardest part
of "See you later".
I just wish I could give thanks
to the boy who changed me.
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