Again the sky
Takes good-byes,
And I heave one
Once again.
Good-bye.
When you quipped
Ciao so flippantly,
Or rolled au revoir
So knowingly;
When See ya
Really meant
See ya soon,
I heard it all
So promisingly.
When you said
Later, it meant
Sooner than later,
And you drawled it out
So wistfully,
Knowing sooner
Lovingly.
This time
Come back
And say
Good-bye again.
Good-bye,
My girl,
For now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem