Way Too Good at Goodbyes

I never know what to say, when it’s time to say goodbye.
Alright, I say, It was nice to see you.
Or maybe a Well then as I stand.
Sometimes I just smile and wave
And don’t say a thing
And watch as the headlights back down the driveway
Until they’re swallowed by the night.
I love you, or I’ll see you next week, right?
Okay, Tuesday then? A quiet hug?
All of these, and I still can never decide.
Adieu, Farewell, Auf Weidersein, Goodnight?
Or do I end with later, alligator,
And watch them slip down the riverbank of conversation until they’re a blip in the stream.
And yet people say that I’m good at goodbyes.
Ha.
If only they knew.
I’m not just good.
I’m way too good at goodbyes.
Only sometimes though.