good-bye-ing
saying good bye to close significant temporary friends must be one of the hardest things on earth. there’s a joy, a celebration, a cherishing…and few things could make one feel so sorrowful and so alive at the same time.
it’s almost like when you let a new person into your heart. you begin to see yourself and the other person in a whole new light. yet it’s so hard to open up. it’s almost like the more telling and overwhelming circumstances finally force us to reveal our truer feelings.
to me, it doesn’t matter who a friend is really. but that they new what “friend” meant. and that in that brief moment that we knew each other that it didn’t matter what it meant, but that it at least, meant. That to me, is so telling, jarring and so want of understanding.
but…I explore the essences behind tomorrow’s, good-bye’s and temporary cosmic salutations. and maybe…largely because I am young of heart. this is heedlessly contemplating what every possible entity could mean to itself and others.
we are not always so bright these days…i mean…everyday. but that does not mean we do not shine once in awhile, and that it is a true light, at the least. what must we be concerned with? and more specifically, when it comes to this subject of friendship…?
have I ever been a friend? when have I been a friend? and the most dreaded yet beautiful question of all…why?…
after all…people do die.
and me, maybe most of all.
but there’s irony here. i’m alive now and dead then.
When? I don’t know. and didn’t Shakespeare say something about a lot of deaths?
or someone else? death, as the moral representative of good-bye.
or good-byeing?
a good purchase. a well-thought out phrase. a wave. a nod. a peace out.
but! have I neglected to mention the beauty of hello?
and its many trespasses. and significances.
oh, and don’t forget the subtle hints found in the moments between hello and death.
waa-waa! and guuhhh…..
I have no words.
i’m at the end of a rope.
i’m at odds with destiny.
i’m carried away by you’s.
I watch friends leaving airports greeting family.
I sit beside myself in bus stops and bus rides.
public transportation moments.
everybody seems to always be going elsewhere.
wherever elsewhere meanders.
but all I seem to know is my here’s.
I can only imagine what elsewhere means.
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Anonymous said,
January 7, 2008 at 12:01 am
This is heartfelt and poignant. A special thanks to whomever shared their thoughts.