I’ll never get used to hearing goodbyes,
Though I tend to say that I do.
I just like to pretend that it’s not the end
Or that our time together is through.
Sometimes I wonder if I could just find
The reasons that you need to stay,
For it seems that the chances of you coming back
Grow smaller each time you’re away.
I know I must let you go somehow,
And I will, just as I should,
But I’m finding it harder to let you go now,
Because this time I know it’s for good.
Your memory is safe ‘til I see you again,
And I hope that you’ll do the same,
But until then, I shall think of you whenever
I hear the wind whisper your name.
Time, you’ve said, is no friend to you,
But I do hope that you’ll change your mind,
For He is the one that pushes you forward
To the things that you need to find,
And I know it’s the strangest when life always changes,
But it still leaves the one thing that’s true:
That I’ll never really get used to hearing goodbyes,
Especially when they’re coming from you.
