The Breakaway Point

How many goodbyes have I said…
To convince myself that
The past is long gone
Smashed mirrors, undone
Promises buried in sleep
To begin with,
Not mine to keep
Sorrows in pot of gold
Stories never told

How many goodbyes have I said…
To stay on the road ahead
Blend in on the competition
Goodbye, in desperation
A grace from humiliation
A shield made out of stone
To keep the heart of glass
From running after hope

How many goodbyes have I said…
How many more left unread?
A lie that lives and grows
A goodbye
… for every “don’t go.”

//iseemj

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