Goodbye.

"Leaving isn't quite the same", you said to me, it's running' away.
"If you're scared or tired of what you're scared of, why should you stay?"
He loved to say goodbye.
And always counted all the time.
Until he was free,
to get up and leave,
to learn how to breathe again.

Slipping outside your head, there's some people you've never met.
Ask him if "by the way would you like to run away and try to forget?"
Just not to stay.
To leave without saying why.

To get up and go,
To catch the last train,
To get in some car and drive out again.
To never come back this way.
Left to say,

goodbye.
so long.
farewell.