I've said goodbye
A thousand times
And I fear
A thousand more.
The count is not
The tragedy
It's that my heart
Does not feel sore.
I'm conditioned now
To quickly shut the door.

But hear me out
My dear, for you
That door
Remains ajar.
To seek me out,
My dear, be sure
You needn't
Search afar.
I see you
Shining like a star.

When that star goes dark
And ash remains
And we've
Departed already,
Our shadows will dance
The mourner's dance,
Sad and slow
And steady.
For that goodbye,
I'll never be ready.