an existence

Say goodbye to the could’ve beens. That lunch next week you could’ve scheduled, or that smile you could’ve gotten every time you see them.

Say goodbye to the next chapter of memories that won’t include them. That birthday you would’ve celebrated with them around and that Christmas tree you were supposed to set up together.

Say goodbye to the physical reminders like that shirt they only wore sometimes, but now you have to put in the moving box. Their phone, bracelets, ballers, their cane, caps, that red coffee mug they always used. The things remain, but the owner persists in absence.

The truth is, each one of us will one day say our last goodbye.

We will bid farewell to the people we could’ve been. The people we thought we should be. That version of you that would’ve bested death.

As a result, make every goodbye worth saying, and make every ending worth the sacrifice of pain.