My Last Goodbye

I still hear your footsteps in the quiet of the hall. I still catch

laughter when the night begins to fall. The world keeps on turning,

but my time feels stuck. Grievous is love with nowhere to go

and I can get enough. I reach for your hand, but it fades

like smoke. A cruel little trick that my memory wrote. I could have

your name, but the silence replies and I break all over again

inside. This is the last goodbye I ever get to say.

The last time I hold you in my heart this way.