For Always
Repeated, with love.
♥
Goodbye.
Good. Bye.
what an odd, little utterance
I mean, I get it.
I am wishing you well as you go your way and I go mine but, but, but …
maybe I don’t want to leave you just yet
or ever
🙁
I’m not very good at byes.
Never have been.
Back in the day, I’d have a terrible time.
Cry alllllll the way home is what I’d do, spend a dozen or so hours in a funky funk too.
Fortunately, I’ve evolved with age.
Not that it hurts any less, I’ve just mastered the art of tucking away, of realizing
& no offense friends, but Grandson farewells are the worst.
Eyes wide, teetering on the brink of tears, we look at each other and repeat our mantra.
What do we say when it’s time for goodbye ?
You always come back to me or I always come to you !! we ALWAYS see each other again !!
this wise, sincere voice exclaims and reminds
&
YaY !! we hug,
because we know
and we do
and we will
& as we walk in opposite directions, we are confident and secure in that simple, solid trust.
Goodbye.
It’s hard enough to say when expected,
when prepared.
when I know it’s coming and am able to adjust.
But when it comes out of nowhere ?
When time stops and the world is turned upside down ??
Where goodbye is so final and the thought of moving on seems near impossible ??
Please remember,
You always come back to me or I always come to you.
It’s a promise.
A guarantee.
We will see each other
for always,
forever
again.
♥