Someone asked me what my toughest goodbye was, and I answered almost immediately.
I said, “The one that was never said.”
She looked at me—interested, confused, maybe a mix of both.
But I explained:
It was the “I’ll see you later. Love you.”
The casual TTFN.
But never the “I love you.”
It became goodnight or good morning… and then nothing.
No closure.
No final moment.
It was the goodbye that was never said.
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A poem of a sad goodbye that was never said. There are I love yous that are never said as well just as sad.
Wow. This is such a deep poem I’m at a loss for words. No closure is even harder than a goodbye. I feel every single word, this is a work of art truly.
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