Goodbye

 Goodbyes are hard, they say. 

Yet every time I bid adieu, 

My heart just whispered, 

"One more time."

And every time I watch someone leave, 

The hope in my heart is ignited 

That someday, they will make their way 

Back to my lane, and never leave.

Because that's what dreams are made of, 

A little bit of hope, a little trust, 

A part of me and you, 

And the Love that runs this Universe.

© Suranya