Goodbye

Goodbye.
The end.
It came and went.
It's something that
I've never felt.
You say it once
and then again
but not like someone
who's a friend.
The words,
repeat,
they're all so bleak.
The feelings empty.
Nothing weak.
Just stay a moment.
Breathe.
Relax.
There's no more rush.
Don't be so.
Hush.
We're friends at last,
so please don't call
the end of something
quite so small.
Please say it calmly:
"I need to go."
Don't say "I'm leaving,"
"It's over,"
"Go!"