Last Year's Flowers

Better Goodbyes

I threw it away,
It grew the pain,

It made more stains,
More bitter memories made.

It grew cold
Long ago,

For those with eyes, should've known,
Some things don't belong in a home.

So farewells are forbidden
And different decisions are hidden,

And some may never know what things meant,
To twirl in the same circle again and again,

But all things must come to an end,
This time another always walks away while the other tends

To the crumbling cracks,
Wishing for the other to fill their part of what lacks,

But it's good to finally let the held breath go,
And it'll hurt even when needed, that everyone knows,

But one way or another, it's inevitable in a life;
With a sigh, there's such a thing called better goodbyes.