Hugs and kisses,
tears fall down.
What will I do,
without you around?

Waving hands,
as you drive by.
I stand alone,
and start to cry.

Gone from sight,
but not from mind.
I hate being the one,
who’s left behind.

Dry my eyes,
and stop the tears.
Produce a smile,
and choke my fears.

I will go on,
while you’re gone.
But the miles between,
seem so long.

I know soon,
we will be together.
For this goodbye,
is not forever.