I think I've always been a fan
of all the hello's,
but all I've allowed
myself to know is goodbyes.
Expect the good part of the latter
always seems to fall short.
The moment is short indeed,
but after some time, it is all
forgotten and rather than doom
it all seems but a brief moment
of gloom and
at noon, my new hello awaits.
Rather than linger on the hopes
left unsatisfied every time
i raise my hand and wave,
i choose to rejoice in the intent
and not the misapprehensions
I might have created as
I walk away with a
hand that's itching for one last wave.
Trust that on that day
my hand will fall with
how hard I'll wave
for all the times I've denied myself the same.
©mindread
M