Goodbye

Perhaps I should have said goodbye I should have given a minute to wave my hand for the last time Maybe I should have been there when the last train arrives I should have been the one to open the door before it makes a move I should have been there when the clock begin to tick the last hour Because now I miss to say goodbye I wish to be the one who saw the last sight I wish to be the one who tried to top up more air before it becomes too late Perhaps there would be no goodbye that I miss today I missed the last say before the ship took its forever sailing I missed the look when the angel knocks on the door to make a free departure I should have been there to carry the luggage of peace for the angel Good bye is the last letter I should have written for her Apart from my past I prayed to see the day I hoped to host the party of farewell just to say goodbye I know that now might be too late to tell the tale But I can’t deny the pain of missing to say goodbye The silent moment that took the priceless goods away Maybe I should have arrived in time to witness the loss I should be the one to put the final stamp of approval I would have given my signature of goodbye on a needed space Hence I wouldn’t have to feel the gap that I feel inside today I wish I can turn back the hands to play the band and sing goodbye The song that I believe to be the best to let the nature to take its course I missed the last days to correct all the wrongs on my paper before it get marked Maybe I should have given the best answers that reflects the word goodbye I should have used my eraser to clear away the doubts that tears my heart apart Goodbye would be the last sentence that I wrote to close the last chapter of my book Maybe I could have spared the loss of missing out the last plane I wish to be the one who wrote goodbye on the nametags of its passenger I missed the chance to welcome the holy guest The angel that whispered the last call before the phone got switched off forever I missed the last dinner of farewell; goodbye could have been my desert to offer I fail to insinuate the weather and climate of the last precious minute I missed Maybe I should have been earlier to feel the heat in the same room I should have seen when the temperature drops down to announce the victory Because I believe that the long battle was over. In my imagination I can see the last picture of loneliness The image that calls on to have a hug goodbye The coldness that will last forever without the simple word I longed to give Perhaps I should have made it warmer to secure more days ahead Maybe I should have tried in many ways to mail it before the plane takes its fly I can’t imagine how sweet it would have felt just to say a simple goodbye