Good-bye is so hard to say, even when it is good to say bye and you are filled with the sort of confidence
that all is as it should be, that happiness is yours or will be soon,
that the next moment will be as full as the one you are releasing.
or if the good bye is a solid one. full of sureness and resolution;
when the good-bye is for someone you no longer love, or who somehow robs you of comfort
But yours wasn’t one of those (I wish it was).
Not even a real good-bye. More of a half-way good-bye or even a cheater’s good-bye. The sort of good-bye
that pretends it isn’t.
“Trust that I will explain when I can” is not a respectable good-bye. It lacks every kind of painful wonder we attribute to words that mean
you became someone in my life and I will miss you. this time together was bright and arousing and gave me happiness and comedic joy, your leaving makes me cry, and I gave something of myself to you and now you’re leaving me to remember you and us in all us’s too-shortness, so…
goodbye.
Backyard Botanics 