Never Say Goodbye.

God knows I miss her, like a fallen dove,
She watched me grow from the corner, only disapproving love.
She remains prim and proper out to the faraway sea, gliding through the wind, coming home to he.

Sipping from a coffee cup, another drag to the bone,
A head full of grey thoughts, a head full of home.
Homeward bound, to the one she loves, the one she craves for, hasn't see or hasn't hugged.

Don't pray for her now as she closes those weary eyes, rests her aching body and takes her last sigh.
You may have to remember all of those happy times, but I'll just say hello and never a faint goodbye.