She has so many unwritten letters for you.
So many unspoken words.
So many muted songs.
There are so many places she wants to go with you.
But here she is
walking alone to those places.
There are so many stories she wants to read for you.
But here she is
erasing each word and tearing each page.
There are so many presents she wants to give to you.
But here she is
putting them all into a bigger box.
This is her saying goodbye to you.
Because she can’t write it in a letter,
she can’t say it in a speech,
she can’t sing it in a song.
She can only say goodbye,
In a way that will never reach you.
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