Goodbyes

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