Goodbye Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Mark isn't my friend, but I can tolerate him more a little, which will help if I ever let Sam go. Goodbye Father, stand by me, Above the clouds forever free, Always brave, and always true, It's my time to remember you, Goodbye Father, I'm your blood, The waterfall defeated you like a flood, Always in my memory as I sleep, It's time for me to let myself weep, Goodbye Father, remember me, Always my hero, forever free...

Cursing once again at my inability to cry, I bid my final farewell to this place. Goodbye elven village. Goodbye mother.

Who knew that you can shed tears even when drowning. I couldn't myself as I was being submerged into the darkness. “Dear love, If you are reading this right now then I am already gone. God, I miss you. I miss your pretty smile, your beautiful face, every little detail of you that light up my world. It hurts me that I couldn't see your face before I leave. I made a mistake in the past, a huge mistake that I continue to regret. It cost me everything and by that I mean you.” The door closes.

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

“I think you’ve become a Mother. Your giving in to do what’s needed for her, not you. It’s a selfless act of true love.” “Thank you for being my friend Tessa and for fighting for me and Madison. I will never forget either of you. I’m going to rock her one last time,” she sniffled, “Goodbye.” “Goodbye,” I sobbed.

wide, cruel, endless. It feels wrong that the world is still turning, that the moon is still bright, that somewhere people are laughing while my entire universe has just… stopped. I bow my head, pressing the locket to my lips, my tears dripping onto the metal until it’s slick in my hand. I didn’t get to say goodbye. Didn’t get to hug her one last time. Didn’t get to tell her I understood… or that I forgave her sooner. All the words I saved for later have died with her.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

That's just how it is. Her eyes held gloating and hostility, dressed up as sympathy. She likely expected me to snap. Instead, I smiled at her with complete sincerity. "Don't worry. We broke up. There's nothing between us anymore. I hope you two last forever. I mean that." Something shifted after I said it. Lucas fell quiet. His gaze lingered on me a moment too long, something unreadable crossing his face. "Rebecca isn't feeling well. We're heading out. Go back in and keep the others company." He took her arm, and they left.

Brandon watched her sing with her eyes closed. Though she was drunk and uncoordinated, her voice proved to be one of the most beautiful sounds Brandon had ever heard. The flow of pain that accompanied the melody hit directly at him, forcing his words to remain in his throat. She was missing her mom, that much was for sure, but there was something else. A deeply seated pouch of sadness that sounded all too fresh. It could be the death of her mom... But... "Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear, goodbye's the last time I will hold you near, someday you'll say the word and I will cry..." Her sob tore through his chest and stabbed his heart.

I closed my eyes as my tears renewed. “Goodbye, Osprey,” I whispered, needing to say it out loud to make my decision more believable, but it didn’t help. Not one bit. “I’m going to miss you.”