::- The goodbyes -::

There are first goodbyes,
And there are last goodbyes.
Both goodbyes are dangerous;
Both goodbyes hurt.

The first goodbye hurts like hell,
Leads you to lose happiness;
You grow weaker
With the memories of past,
And the deathly loneliness.

But the last goodbye stinks
As it shrinks into your veins;
Slowly. Steadily.
And as time passes
Simply the thought of
The last goodbye
Burns deep into your rib cage,
Killing you daily
At steady rate.

You better forbid yourself.

Regards: Vinod Jadhav
"www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com"