Goodbye

"Goodbye" is such a cheerless word, the heartsick's grieved farewell,
The acrid taste of distance come to tear the joy away
From all that you have seen and heard, as many come to tell--
For all that's left is horrid numb; the world is painted grey.

They say the sign for love is found, a single blood-red rose,
But I, I know, there's nothing quite the anguish, quite the pain,
Resplendent 'midst the thorny ground, and wretched in repose--
There's no such thing as starry nights and glasses of champagne.

For love is bittersweet, and though the world may soon forget,
We only reap what we have sown, no greater truth we'll find.
It's easier to let it go, to drop it all, and yet--
Perhaps a part has always known, and not paid any mind.