Goodbyes.
We all say them.
Sometimes, we love them.
Sometimes, we hate them.

Sometimes, we long for them to come.
But when they do,
We hate that we ever wanted them to.

Sometimes, we wish they never existed.
Ask, "who would want them to?"
Sometimes, wishes don't come true.

Whether we like them, or not,
At one moment,
They're everything we've got.
Suddenly, they become our only choice.
Our feeling towards them mirrors our voice.
Goodbyes.