Goodbyes And Cemeteries 

How many goodbyes can your heart survive before it becomes a cemetery 

How many final goodbyes can you say before you die inside 

Can every new hello become new life breathed into the heart 

Every relationship ends but not all become headstones 

Some become monuments 

Large and grand 

A monument not just to those we lost because they left us one way or another 

But to the way they changed us  

To who we were once before their love 

Before our lives intertwined for however long 

I don’t want to become a cemetery I want my heart to beat in time with another 

I want to live damn it 

Not just exist 

So, I’ll say new hellos hoping to breathe life back into this heart of mine 

So, I’ll do my best to reach out to those still living to those who left monuments behind  

To rekindle old friendships 

To breathe new life into the cemetery that became my heart before it’s too late 

Before I let stagnation take me I’ll seek out new people to breathe new life into this old weary heart 

Not every goodbye is a death 

Some breathe life into your heart 

When you say goodbye to toxic people its like a fresh wind blows in with a rainstorm 

Washing clean the headstones and monuments that they helped erect