Every Day We Say Goodbye Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Every day we say goodbye,
until we say goodbye to every day,
yet even in our dreams
people are lost; things recede.

Observe the boy waving at the station
to his father on the way to the city.
This boy gets smaller and smaller,
but the father fails to see,

that every goodbye
is a sacred thing,
that in so many ways
it is the last word,
the final amen.

Hellos and goodbyes,
our comings and our goings,
departures and arrivals
all end with someone we left behind,
waving.