How do I tell you goodbye, my friend?
With words too small for all that we’ve been,
Do I speak of the laughter, the moments we shared,
The dreams we wove, and the times we cared?
Do I capture the sun in its golden descent,
Or the breeze that whispered where our time went?
For endings are quiet, like dusk on the sea,
And farewell seems softer than I thought it would be.
I could wrap you in silence, in words unsaid,
But the heart knows the weight of what’s left ahead.
So I’ll give you this—just a glance, just a sigh—
And that will be how I tell you goodbye.