The Last Goodbye Poem by ashok jadhav
The Last Goodbye
A trembling hand, a glance that says farewell,
No words remain to soften what we feel;
The heart recalls the stories it could tell,
Yet silence folds them, making sorrow real.
The door swings closed, a world divides in two,
Each step away resounds with quiet pain;
Though memory holds the light of what was true,
We leave behind what never comes again.
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