She started reminiscing about the good times that we shared
She painted pretty pictures
While I hung on every word
Then she started smiling
When I kind of hoped that she would cry
I remember thinking that
At the time it was a funny way to say goodbye
She cleaned the house from head to toe
And cooked my favorite meal
She stabbed me with a kiss and said
In time my wounds would heal
She found herself another pair of wings on which to fly
Through my tears she told me
It was a funny way to say goodbye
I seen it in the movies
I've read it in the books
But I was unprepared
She spoke about the weather
The little things of life
And wrapped up her goodbye in every word
I sat there in a timeless trance
With all my senses blurred
She brought a little wine and asked
Which color I preferred
Sorry for it's sweetness but it was labeled medium dry
My voice shook as I told her
It was a funny way to say goodbye.
