With every goodbye you learn

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding and chaining a soul

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning

And company doesn’t mean security

And that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head held up and your eyes open

And you come to plant your own garden

Decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure

That you really are strong

That you do have worth

And you learn and you learn

With every goodbye you learn


Leave a Reply