Poetic or Pathetic?

Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting...

When the nights feel like an eternity,
the next thing you know you wake up and your thirty.
It's when you look down,
only to find your heart is no where to be found.
That's when you know the past is gone,
but don't know where to start to move on.
You can't help but stop and stare,
thinking and hoping you saw them over there.
Knowing they'll never say,
the words that make you hurt everyday.
Now it's time to smile,
and make believe that you've gone that extra mile.
That extra mile to find happiness within your heart,
knowing there will always be that part.
That part that lives in the past that can never forget,
the place, time, and words you will never regret.
©2009 Jacqueline M. McClure