When there is nothing left to say.

once all the damage has been done.

After the words we’ve spoken, hurt,

once the unraveling has begun,

The truth is all there is,

it holds no reservations,

Once it surfaces to light,

goodbye preceeds the inevitable conversations.

We move on, despite all uncertainties,

everything that comes, will go.

Despite all want, regaurdless of will,Tthere comes that moment you know.

Yesterdays serve as reminders,

of the what, the how, and why.

What becomes of what will be,

Is in how we say goodbye.