Unspeakable Goodbye

 By Bruce Clifford 

 

Fifteen thousand three hundred and forty times
I’ve said good morning to you.
I’ve said goodnight to you.
Forty-two birthday, all the holidays.
I sent my wishes to you.
I always wished the best for you.
You couldn’t hear me.
I always cared.
This pain has gone nowhere.
This pain has gone nowhere.

Will you ever tell me why?
Why are we an unspeakable goodbye?
Why can’t you just look me in the eyes?
I’ve only asked you for the truth about a half a million times.
We used to see eye to eye.

I hurt when I heard you were hurting.
I cried when I learned of your pain.
None of that was deserving.
Why am I the one who now has to pay.
Now all I want to do is cry.
Why have we become an unspeakable goodbye?

© 5/27/2022: Bruce Clifford

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