Step by step, the truth comes to light.
Sketches of joy_ with endless misery
covered within.
Filter with perfection
Where they were made perfect.
Smile with hidden grief.
They say
"Not all goodbye is _ Good."
Step by step they crawl back.
Only to find a poster.
Of bolted, "goodbye."
As sad as it may be all goodbye
Is required.
©chrisyash
C