Saying Goodbye For Good

The week before you left for good,
I told myself that I misunderstood.

I made myself think it wasn't true,
I thought you'd never leave, I guess you thought so too.

When you got on the plane, it hit me hard,
That you were really leaving, I'm emotionally scarred.

Before you got on the plane you hugged me tight,
And told me everything would be alright.

I wanted to believe you, I truly did.
But as you faded away, I knew that was it.

Saying goodbye was a painful thing,
Leaving my heart with an unbearable sting.

When people ask how I misunderstood,
I shrug and say, "I'm never saying goodbye for good.'