We've shared many goodbyes.
Some that we thought was the end.
We've thought that this was it.
Many tears were shed.
The same hearts broken over and over.

When will our goodbyes mean something?
When will I see you again?
When will we depart from each other?
When will our lips meet again?

I can't help but miss you every day.
You dream of my arms around you again.
I listen for the softness of your voice.
You call and I come.

I can't help but noticed this last time,
Our last words,
We never once said goodbye,
Instead exchanged "I love you's."

Maybe I'm looking too much into it,
Maybe I'm staying far too hopeful. My clothes still smell like you.
My biggest regret is leaving when you asked me to stay.