Repetition

he cried
and he thought
and realized too many times
repeating goodbye
until it sounded foreign
somewhere in his mind
too many people
too little friends
acquainting deep within
dust and shadows
too many clouds he thought
and looked at too many sunsets
sorry was a sorry excuse
and was his favorite word to misuse
he was a person, an allusion
who had a long way down
without the song lyrics
he was broken
not made out of wood
he could never be fixed
he was 97 words of shame
a false facade so hard to maintain