It's looking at every breath you have left and knowing their eyes will never fall on yours again.
It's marking off a destination, a haven or a hole, that you called your own on the only map you have to use.
And, whether it's a choice or a misfortune, goodbye changes the shape of your step.
Goodbye is honest.
It's letting go because of every reason you can't deny and every excuse you are blinded by.
It's accepting the power you wield or the complete impotence you despise.
Sometimes, saying goodbye is the most truth you can carry with you out the door.
Goodbye is a gift.
Not every love knows how deep it runs and the weight of honor isn't felt on the shoulders of everyone who earns it.
Not everyone gets to see the hole before they're chest deep; and, being able to take a deep breath first gives you a better chance at making it to the other side.
On the hardest of days, the last goodbyes are the ones you unwrap slowly. Savor the flavor of their voice as the last honor they give to you.
Goodbye is brave.
And, whether quiet or deafening, in a crowd or the privacy of a warm kitchen table, challenged or broken, goodbye is impossibly beautiful.
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