sometimes it sounds like silence
not many words could be as cruel
sometimes it sounds like a siren
or smells like jet engine fuel

sometimes it stings like an open wound
sometimes it’s a numb touch
sometimes it gets more than it’s earned
sometimes it takes too much

and it can seem like a new creation
most of the time it blurs like tears
but there are a rumored few
who have seen it disappear

sometimes it tastes like our own words
at the time we swore we were right
if we are aware of its existence
it will keep us up at night

sometimes it’s celebrated
sometimes it’s stopped with a lie
and eventually most will forget
that it ever was Goodbye