Nothing Good About Goodbyes

Nothing Good About Goodbyes


She looked in the rear view mirror
At his bags across the seat
And then she saw his sad blue eyes
As he began to speak:
"Just drop me at the Delta gate
As I fly out on them"
She gathered all her courage
And then she looked at him.

In his crisp Air Force uniform
He looked so very smart
His dark hair had been shaved
It almost broke her heart;
He said, as she hugged him tight
"Now don't you dare to cry!"
His final words to her were:
"There's nothing good about goodbyes."

The many weeks turned into months
And she didn't hear a thing
Until one foggy July night
The phone began to ring;
"It's only me" and her heart sang
"I just called to tell you hi"
And when their time was up, he said:
"There's nothing good about good-byes."

Many months passed and it was time
To put up their Christmas tree
She hung his faded stocking
Filled with his favourite candy;
She opened the card he had mailed
"Merry Christmas, Dear Mum
I wish I could be home tonight
With love from your only son."

She was cleaning out the pantry
When she first heard the car
And something told her to play dead
Ignore the news from afar;
She saw the uniforms and she knew
Before they even said he'd died
As she sobbed out the words:
"There's nothing good about goodbyes."