I Die a Little With Each Goodbye

Sad goodbyes tear at my heart, they sting, they hurt, cause me to lay awake and think of you the whole night through. Sad goodbyes choke me up, leave me tongue-tied, longing for what I might have said. Sad goodbyes taste of melancholy, they feel of ice and desolation as though spiraling down toward a slow desolate death. Their drama I can’t control as sad goodbyes play havoc with my heart, bruised and battered, die a thousand deaths. Sad goodbyes magnify the silence of the night, widening the gaping trench between us, amplifying the void of the unsaid ‘I wish you’d stay’. Yet something somewhere grows stronger with each hello. AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Submitted on May 10, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH Posted on May 9, 2022