#on goodbyes

“I know we don’t always get clean breaks, clarity. Things happen. Life happens. We forget each other, but we don’t. What I would like is for folks to say goodbye more often. It is so easeful for my body. Say goodbye, say hello–know that neither of these expressions guarantee any kind of permanence. What they do is show compassion and respect for the other person and the relationship. I want to be loved at the end. It feels good to say goodbye properly.”

if you saw my name, would you remember me?

Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.

Honey I’m sorry that it’s gotta be this way. You cradled the robin in your hands and brushed your thumbs through its feathers red-soft and still warm, but no amount of marveling could unsnap that fragile neck. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with dead things? You haven’t got a superstitious bone in your body, chatting up the black cats and waltzing with your self reflected ad infinitum in the starfall of your shattered bathroom mirror. Maybe you’re too forgiving. Maybe you don’t listen. Maybe you just never learn. And I hate to be the one to break your heart, but there’s no electric fence, no barbed wire, no cage that could keep me still for long. There’s never been a version of this story where I stay. Darling you may have gazed at that bird long enough to love something transient, something already dead, but there’s no Aesop there. Listen to me, fox-crow-snare-spendthrift, and let me impart my wisdom. Maybe it’ll tear your tender heart open but honey you gotta believe me when I say the most important thing to learn from life is -