Saying Goodbye
Even if only until tomorrow
or even until next weekend
it never gets
easier.
You learn to cherish moments,
memories, time.
In the blink of an eye
they leave.
To go home after curfew
or off to college
or overseas for their civic duty,
They're gone.
The joy of "hello" precedes
the pain of "goodbye".
You don't know what you've got until it's gone,
they say.
The shadow of the future
looms over us because
until now it hasn't ever been
"goodbye".
It's an "I'll see you later."
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