Little teapot

There

Can you see her?

Short and stout

Those are her handles

This is her pout

When she sees you

Hear her shout

Pick her up

And throw her out

Tired of goodbyes...

And yet again I take a bow

And yet again I make memories revisited just within

And yet again I pack up a hope

This hope...

A day...a routine...a life

A journey of daily chores

Of stability...of security..of forever...

And yet another goodbye

Yet another heartache

Another time to push some space within my heart

Yet more smiles...yet more people

Yet more hellos..but why..

For once again I'd just say goodbye...