“It’s not goodbye, it’s see
you later,” they say.
But three whole years is a
long way away.
I know they don’t get it, the
connections between us.
We aren’t just acquaintances,
we’re friends. You’re the best that I’ve got.
So they can tell me “Don’t
shed a tear,”
And they can tell me, “Don’t
cry my dear.”
They can tell me it will be all
right as we stand there on your last night.
But they can’t expect me to
brush it off,
To smile, give a hug, and
wave you off.
Oh sure I’ll smile; at least
I’ll try.
After all that’s how I want
you to remember me as I say goodbye.
But on the car ride home I’ll
sob and cry,
Then shut myself away from
the light.
And for a few days I won’t
speak to a soul,
Then I’ll come out and act
like everything’s normal.
But it’s not. It never will
be.
You will never be erased from
my memory.
And as soon as I think it
will be okay,
New people come, and it all
starts again.
