I am clumsy at good bye
For the lie that it is good
Befouls my soul upon such
Marriage of words.
For the bye is such pain,
As you are the one who is
Not near, it causes mind to fear
And worry so, for it knows
The bye, and my heart knows
The good, and the two intertwined
By tongue so forked as to
Utter the two; well mine
Does trip and stumble
At such. But you
Leave and if the
Leaving must be, then
I can try to say it is
Good, if only to let
You know the good goes
With you. And so I
Try, but I am still clumsy at good lie.