I will count all of our goodbyes
string them together on a cord
like little bruises to wear on my skin
around my wrists and neck

At night they shall warm me
alone in a bed for two
and the people will gaze upon them each day
like medals worn on the wrong part of me

I will count all our goodbyes
on their endless string
leave me without numbers
keeping myself company with my own voice
creating answers from thin air

I will count the goodbyes because
no matter what else is true
you will always leave me again
and nothing can make you stay

Except for the next goodbye