I hate goodbye.
I hate what if.
I hate what could have been.
I hate what no longer is.
I hate what never, ever, ever will be no matter how much you wish it or wish it not to be.
I hate no more chances.
I hate the end. Just the end.
No i'll see you next time.
No farewell.
No smile.
No shrug.
Nothing.
Just the end.
That's all there is.
I hate it.
It's so final.
So decisive.
So uncompromising.
So hollow.
So finished.
So gone.