You say good morning,
Happy New Year,
Goodbye—
like a greeting,
a phrase tossed lightly into the wind,
as if it will always carry itself back to you.
But I say them
like a prayer,
soft syllables trembling on my lips,
each word a fragile offering
each word an incantation of good will
Good morning,
not just a start,
but a hope—
that the sun will rise
and it's ray's will embrace me in it's warm glow.
Happy New Year,
not just a celebration,
but a wish—
that time will be gentle,
that its passing won't steal too much.
And goodbye—
oh, goodbye,
not just a parting,
but a plea—
that it won’t be the last,
that you'll be safe
that you'll find your way back to me.
You say it all so casually,
Like a habit,
like there’s always another moment,
another chance.
Maybe the world has been kind to you
But every greeting has left it's mark on me
I pray,
Good morning, Goodbye, Goodnight, Happy Birthday, Happy Holidays,
Each word clawing at me
I say it all like a prayer,
because I know
there might not be a next time
I know warmth isn't always where you want to be.
I got logged out of this account for so long
