Too Many Goodbyes

Too Many Goodbyes

 

Too many souls

shifting into the night,

passing too quickly,

too many goodbyes.

 

Fires that burned too furious,

fires that burned too bright,

too many souls

passing into the night.

 

The lives we lead

and the paths we take

inevitably lead us

to the love we make.

 

So at the end of this stanza

there is nothing I’d forsake

for the loves I’ve had

and this terrible ache.