We're All Running out of Goodbyes

A Continuation of "We're Running Out of Earth" by Devin Mitchell Durbin Side poetry

We're all running out of goodbye's

and maybe it's good thing. 

You don't have to depart from those

cherry voices

and warm noises.

Without goodbye's the world's Neverland

and so you don't have to make choices.

We're all running out of goodbye's

and so we're lost boys with no names

and no names make us fickle

and whatever manages to remain good

comes as a trickle.

But we are running out of goodbye's.

Too many for funerals of the young dead.

Too many for the dreams we cannot yet turn into bread.

Too little of 

"Goodbye, my friend. But we are meeting again."