You're Just A Goodbye

I felt it once-
The urgency, and ability, to
Slip you in my pretty little pocket mouth,
And peg you from the inside out.

I feel that now,
You’re hanging by a thread.
You’re on the tip of my lyrical tongue,
But you’ve already spread your wings and gone.

And, now, you hang
On my pastel colored walls,
By a one pale sticky note face, that reads,
“Don’t forget to remember me.”

I see it now,
How I can put your pieces together,
And figure out that twinkle in your eyes,
That only ever said goodbye.