I am exceptionally good at goodbyes,
But not at what comes after
Not the silence, nor the longing
I keep returning to the point before the goodbye
Hoping to rewriting the ending
Wishing that goodbye is not the end
But beginning to another chapter
A happier one perhaps
That would expel the need for another goodbye
But maybe I am too good at goodbyes
Because I keep returning to it again and again
Always forgiving the reason for the goodbye
Forgetting that some people don't deserve a second, or a third, or forth or tenth chances
Yet, I kept giving out goodbyes
Like it didn't mean anything
But it cost everything to me
For each goodbye took a piece of me
That was never returned at the next hello
And at the tenth hello, I was left hollow
Almost see through, till I finally whispered the last goodbye
