I'm no good at goodbyes

They say: there is no impossible!

I was holding her hands, looking at her eyes, feeling her warmth, sensing her energy radiating through my body,but it was all my memories of the one who I was said to say goodbye to her.

It was my impossible,

The border of imagination and reality was nonsense for me, I'd rather living in my dreams than standing by her grave, I'd filled my fist with dust, but I couldn't pull myself together.

I think my tears were a good signs that shows "I'm no good at goodbyes".