Ending of Small Things

I hate it so,

Those parting words,

That make us cease our talks


I wish it so,

That when we speak

Our conversation would never stop


Could it be so,

That you also know

The endings come too soon?


If only it were so,

My lips would never say

Those dreaded words "good bye"



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