Goodbyes are so hard
I would rather not say a word at all
But I fear, worst of memories are often those,
in which the adieus weren't bid
and what was ought to be said, wasn't.
But
Is there anything to say?
Anything at all, that could
make this any bearable
In a way you seemed to do
So, I have nothing more
but my dearth of words to give you
Take this along, won't you
Remember me
as the one whose longing for you
was Undying
And as the one,
who always begged you to stay,
Stay a little longer
May be till the sun came up
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