How could we co-exist and never notice this? A standstill at God’s will, I feel he really purposed it. Over and done with and now my heart’s stitched. I look back at our past, a man will never forget it.
Goodbyes are never easy. Especially if they might possibly be for good. The only good I could find in goodbye is the promise of tomorrow. The promise of maybe. And if maybe is the only promise I could get, I’ll take it. Goodbye doesn’t mean see you later. It means- I hope I will, and if I don’t, don’t forget me, cause I’ll remember you.