“Goodbye” is a powerful word.
it begins a pattern of separation and acceptance, of grief or celebration, of “so long’s” and “farewell’s”
laying flowers by the gravesite of a departed loved one
throwing rice or blowing bubbles at the newlyweds as they embark on their new journey together,
“Goodbye” can live many lives,
depending on how it is used.
as a single word, “goodbye”, can string together the roller coaster of adventures shared between a group of friends graduating college
as two distinct words, “good” and “bye”, it has the potent energy of malice, strife, pain, and deception: the feelings engaged at the death of a relationship
contracted, “g’bye”, brims with warm familiarity which oozes from the heart of a young child speaking to a parent, stuffed animal, or imaginary friend.
but today, I use “bye.”
a shoddy attempt at concealing my disappointment that even as I was with you, breathing you in, keeping in step with you on the sidewalk, my heart only understood that the subway entrance drew ever closer
ready to separate us, once again, by distance, time and place.