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It hurts most when there was no goodbye.
We did not argue. You did not leave a letter. It was a normal day. You said, "See you later," or maybe just smiled. That was the last time. That simple moment became the end.
My heart aches because I did not know it was the final time I would see your face.
If I had known, I would have stopped time. I would have held you so tight, forever. I would have told you every good thing I felt. I kept those words safe, thinking we had 'tomorrow.'
Now, every happy memory we share is mixed with pain. I never got to say thank you for everything. I never got to say, one last time, that my whole life was brighter because of you.
My final goodbye is stuck inside my heart. I whisper it now to the empty air, hoping you can hear. It is a lonely goodbye— one that never ended because it was never truly finished.
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It hurts most when there was no goodbye.
We did not argue. You did not leave a letter. It was a normal day. You said, "See you later," or maybe just smiled. That was the last time. That simple moment became the end.
My heart aches because I did not know it was the final time I would see your face.
If I had known, I would have stopped time. I would have held you so tight, forever. I would have told you every good thing I felt. I kept those words safe, thinking we had 'tomorrow.'
Now, every happy memory we share is mixed with pain. I never got to say thank you for everything. I never got to say, one last time, that my whole life was brighter because of you.
My final goodbye is stuck inside my heart. I whisper it now to the empty air, hoping you can hear. It is a lonely goodbye— one that never ended because it was never truly finished.
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