Goodbye

I remember it was a warm summers evening.
Me and you, sitting alone on the soft wet grass.
And why were we sitting there?
You tell me?
Because that was the last time I saw your handsome face.
And you said that cruel ugly word.
"GoodBye"

What's the meaning of goodbye?
I'll see you tomorrow?
I'll see you later?
This is the last time we'll ever see each other again?
We'll meet again in the afterlife?

I don't know whats the real meaning of goodbye, because there's not.
Goodbye could me your'll see me again, don't know where don't know when.
Goodbye could mean gone forever.

So when you said goodbye to me on that summers day, the last time I ever saw your face.
Was it a mistake?
Or was being with me a mistake?
Kissing me?
Hugging me?
Touching me?
Was it really that bad that you had to say that dreaded word of horror.
It chants in my head everyday.
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye.