I can never get used to saying goodbye.
Well, its just not my forte.
We say goodbye, thinking that we'll meet again.
We say goodbye, even if we know that we will never meet again.
Life is as such,
filled with Hellos and Goodbyes.
Despite, ample practices,
I can never get used to saying goodbye.
The emptiness that follows the departure.
Its enough to eat you alive.
I blame fate.
Bringing them to me, and taking them away.
The fear of letting go.
The fear of abandonment.
Life is as such.
Helplessly, I embrace it.
Jean