Elizabeth Sweat

Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Goodbye.

There is a story. A story in between all those hello's, and before that Goodbye. Is it a tragic goodbye, or a mutual parting? Are they both even still here on this earth?
I wonder if they are two old lovers, each gripping each others wrinkled hands, their wedding rings etched into their skin as one of them whispers these words between "I love you"'s ,
I wonder about these words so much,
Don't you?
I want to make sure that the words these people say are heard,
This is why I write.