Carmine

The Last Hello

The silent nightmares,

The hallucinations of their meanings,

To be so addicted to hello and how are you,

That you can\'t stand watching people go,

So you dance with their shadows,

Experience turned into memories,

Memories into lessons,

If only we could see the stop signs,

If only we could see the red flags,

If only we could see ourselves,

To be stuck on the idea of a combined force,

Removing the individuality in our souls,

Even soulmates can drift apart,

So grant me a final dance,

So I can delay our final hello

Because I don\'t want to be a memory,

I don\'t want to esculate into trauma,

But my wiring is turned into drama,

So as the days go closer,

my fears take over and I fall over,

I said my final goodbye,

Not to you but a letter in my hands,

that will fly miles away from me.