When I say goodbye,
I no longer ask: "when might we see each other again?"
I don't need to know,
a future not meant to be known.
Shadows are permanent like the moonlight.
I see high and low tides.
Like my mood is tied to yours.
Speaking of the mood.
It is five again.
Not six, not four, not eight.
I never can be an eight.
Not when we still say goodbye.
The way we do.
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