It's Not Goodbye

Something is missing.... Things are changing...

Spinning circles,
round and round.
Something's lost,
and can't be found.

Time is wasted,
empty feel.
It's all too wierd;
it can't be real.

New and different,
I cannot say...
What really mattered
has gone away.

This can't happen
It's do, not try.
This will not be
my last goodbye.