5 Minute Friday: Goodbye
Most of the time I avoid goodbyes. I could do without them. They are silly occasions that would cause me to cry should I linger on what the compound word really means.
A few times I have embraced a goodbye and the emptiness and held onto their warmth. Their form. I have savored a lover’s lips that I have tasted a thousand times but needed one more reminder of the promise behind them.
But once I couldn’t this one time. I lost the chance. I didn’t know that our sudden and spontaneous meeting was our only and last meeting. The goodbye was swift. Painful. It made me shockingly aware of life and death.