Goodbye is shivering out in the cold as you take in the last scene
Goodbye is the last call music meant for her as she is meant for him
Goodbye ran out of change
Goodbye is the holding out on getting a cellphone
Goodbye is 'Hello' crossdressing
Goodbye is what remains despite blackouts, new haircuts, new girls and hidden scars
Goodbye is the lonely and lovely sound of her car as it regrettably merges with a smaller and smaller horizon
Goodbye is the jetstreams of lost loves
Goodbye is the metallic sound of her name said by strangers in airport intercoms
Goodbye goes home alone to a television with knobs, a ratty ol cat left in the dark, and a tepid can of beer labled November
Goodbye left you out on her secrets
Goodbye is to blame
Goodbye is bomb
Goodbye gets played over and over on an answering machine you purchased second hand
Goodbye may not be ready but there is no alternative this time
Goodbye is Antartica.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Goodbye is........ inconsequential?