Saying goodbye is an art one learns

when hellos are running low.

If one times it perfectly,

the last goodbye means time to go.

The greetings all run out, there comes

a time the farewell’s down to one.

When that’s spent, it’s evident

one’s come to the end of the run.

In silence now, the darkness falls,

there is no further sound or sight.

Nothing beckons, nothing calls.

One’s on the road to endless night.