Looking upon the things you left,
I stumbled across our photograph,
I must have seen it a thousand times,
As I stared at it I remembered the day you left,
I have a memory full of photos,
I remembered all the times you said those words,
Words that I thought you meant,
Instead you hurt me and left me to cry,
Alone and scared having to face the world,
I saw the photo of the front door,
When you left and I never saw you return,
All you could say was …goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
