Goodbyes

Goodbyes Aren’t just When someone passes away. Goodbyes aren’t only When you’re leaving the house. It’s not just goodbye To your mom or your dad. It’s not leaving the house And yelling out the door. It’s more than just A wave at the airport As you watch someone Board the plane. It’s parting with people Who travelled A journey with you. It’s seeing them leave And knowing this is the line. Saying goodbye Is being told some will stay And others will go. It’s the knowledge That not everyone will be there. It’s seeing the tears In the eyes of others As you wave And hug them tight. It’s knowing you can’t Hand things over to them. No more favors to ask, Because it’s only you. No phone calls to make Because they won’t be there. Being asked to do something, And you can’t skip out. It’s watching the room That once held them all Slowly empty out Until it’s just four. It’s adjusting to The lack of noise And no longer saying Everyone’s late. It’s just you four. It started off slow, Goodbye to three. We started as twelve And now it’s just four. It’s goodbye To the ‘morning colleagues’ That comes Everyday at eight. It’s farewell To the ‘yes booyyy’ When there’s Laughter in the air. Bye bye To ‘what time did I leave?’ Whenever he comes in, Signing by another name. Gone is the ‘Come on guys’ Every time We talk. ‘Never true’ Left a while ago, With latecomer ‘that’s crazy’ Not long after. ‘Morning ladies’ Will no longer be heard By the sweet voice In which she speaks. With everyone gone We realize now That goodbyes Are more than what we thought. It’s parting with people Who always made your day. It’s growing Without the ones we wanted to stay. It’s making connections That are forced apart Because life has decided They should take them away. It’s building connections And putting in effort To maintain it, Fearing the day It might be gone forever. Goodbye is just a word, But it holds so much meaning. It’s farewell, With the hope Of having the paths cross again.