Does goodbye feel like
Turning on your laptop
Writing pages and pages
Of a perfect story you’d imagined
With the happiest of endings
And forgetting to save it?

Does goodbye feel like
Buying a one way ticket
To a faraway place
And finding out the airline
Lost all your belongings
Somewhere along the way?

Does goodbye feel like
Two tender kisses
One on each cheek
From mom and dad
As you board a train
And hope to see them again?

Does goodbye feel like
Locking a piece of yourself
To a bridge somewhere in Paris
Only to watch it collapse
Under the weight of your soul?

I don’t know.

Yours felt like I’d witnessed
The last of the sunny days of summer
And only realized it too late
When the rain began to pour
*And it never, ever stopped falling.