One Less Goodbye

Dedicated to my Sister who just lost a dear friend.

When did the world become so broken that some are dying to get away?

When did the world become so broken that hate is louder than love?

If only you could see the heavy tears shed in your memory.

If only you could see the kind words they wrote for you.

We long for to for the chance to say a last goodbye.

We long for the day with once with one less goodbye.