The poem I’ve written a thousand times before

No amount of procrastinating these lines filling up stanzas with what I’ve done and what I’ve wished I’ve done

Meaningless lines of what meant something to me

Will be able to leave the space for those two words Good

Bye but we’re forced to say it to each other every year

Every four years

A rite of passage into adulthood

A class ends

A graduating class leaves

It’s a story that we all know

The story that never ends Good

Bye hello again

I’ve done this before

I’ll do this again

To objects

To places

To people Good

Bye every time the amnesia

Hits me

I forget how it feels to leave

How it feels to be abandoned

When you’re not the object the place

The person

Someone could grow towards Good

Bye I’m leaving again

you’re leaving again

You’re watching me go

I tell myself I’m not coming back

New life

New chapter

Good

Bye sometimes a cycle

Never ends

No matter how hard you

think it can be stopped Good

Bye