I deserve a better goodbye, you dummy,
not the half-hearted wave
nor the silence that followed—
a gap wider than the one between us.

You packed your bags, eyes averted,
as if the weight of words
was too heavy for your tongue,
a gravel road lacking a final sign.

I stood, a ghost at the edge,
watching memories dissolve like mist,
searching for a hint of regret
in the shadows of your retreat.

Did you know that goodbyes
could be more than whispered echoes?
A dance, a chance to linger,
one last joke, a shared smile.

Instead, I received a quiet room,
walls echoing with what-ifs,
and a heart that felt stitched together,
yet fraying at the seams.

I deserved a flourish,
a moment to savor the taste
of what we had,
not this bitter afterthought.

So, if you ever find your way back,
remember the laughter,
the warmth we once spun together,
and give me the goodbye we both deserve.