The final goodbye, 1st August.
A final goodbye,
A half wave, half smiled, crumbled reply
I left as if it was normal.
Nothing was normal.
A broken shell, timely memories
A shallowed broken energy.
We knew. Everything had changed
As I waved, stupidly, as nothing had changed
A final goodbye
To someone there, who would always reply.
Burned into my memory,
This final goodbye.
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