Sacred Goodbyes

I waved my hand goodbye Wishing it'll be seen the farthest sight An echoing reply was made but heard hardly a crank of dime I read her blur mouth in distance trying to pick any sentence My mind puts words like puzzle picking and trying to fit each other A picture that will be pulled out every time i misses Finally i saw her hand waving When should i start to cry, at the end or at the middle of a sacred goodbye