you've been saying goodbye a lot.
"have a good summer."
"i'll see you next year."
[["bye"<-"bye."]]sort of a way of measuring things up, after its all been done.
the goodbye is when you think about how much it all meant.
you've always tried to avoid these types of moments, when you figure out what's real and whats not, when the peaceful illusions get packed into the trunk of your van and leave.
some people end up as a letter on the back of a photo, a walk in the dark going back home. maybe it was all a quick hug, a “have a good summer”, a last long glance across a room.
sometimes you've said hundreds of hello’s, but the only goodbye is a wistful text, sent after you're already gone.
you don't know who you're supposed to [[say goodbye]] to.who didn’t you say goodbye to? people who just sort of drifted off at the end of the night, knowing they wouldn’t be there tomorrow, because there wasn’t anything to sum up at all.
and you didn’t really notice until you looked around to try to add things together.
sometimes its too easy to say goodbye.
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