So many people.
So little time.
So much to say.
Old friends, old expectations...
Changed people, broken promises.
Some laughter, a little sorrow.
Everything shall be gone, by tomorrow.
Why is it so difficult
to say I miss you?
Why is it easier
to pretend you love the new?
Goodbyes were already said.
So why did you return?
To haunt me and taunt me.
To laugh as my heart burns.
Partings were never easy
But they get harder every time.
And yet meeting once more seems far better
than to part for ever and ever this time.
Forgive the bad rhyme, but prose just sounded way more stilted and trite than this. There have been so many goodbyes, so many "catch-you-laters" in the last year or so that one might think that it shall get easier the next time. But it just gets worse. And I know that there shall be many more in the years to come. Still, a thousand goodbyes are way better than to never meet all these people again. Love you guys!