when is the right time to say goodbye?
to old houses, old friends, old school books, old pillows. when is it okay to say goodbye and not feel guilty for being the first to say it? or do you ever need to really say goodbye…do things we never say or things we do say goodbye for us?
i never quite understood goodbye. it sounds so absolute. is it possible for one person to feel the guilt of goodbye even though nobody ever said it? and when you leave…is it essential to say goodbye, or is it just implied?
i never said goodbye and so i feel like there is this stale air hovering above me. when you feel like you haven’t just left, but you’ve escaped – who should judge you for never stopping to say goodbye?
i never said goodbye because i didn’t think it was really over. your empty words tell me it just might be.
so i guess now is as good a time as any… goodbye .