Last Words

I used to believe that last words were the most powerful.
After all, once they're gone, nothing else comes; it just ends.

But when you think about it
Truly think about it
It's not the final goodbye that matters.

By missing out on those last words, what do I really lose?

I still have the caring "Good morning!"s
where I was too tired to even make sense of it.

I still have the joyous "Hello!"s
from when I returned just from a day at school, like usual.

I still have the caring "Be safe!"s
from when I'm walking down the street as I have a million times before.

I still have the heartfelt blessings that you gave me during holidays.

I still have the laughter we shared at our own jokes.

I still have the tears we cried when we watched that sad movie for the millionth time.

I still have the scolding you gave me because you knew I didn't know any better.

So even when you're gone,
your final goodbye spoken,
I'll still hear you, in my dreams and in my heart.

So I'll say bye, just as I have everyday when going off to school, or to a friend's house, or anywhere really, and even though it's the last time you'll ever hear it, I'll always feel it, just as I'll always feel you.

So, bye.

(I've never been good at farewells anyway.)