May 2018
Ill always be present with you, just not here. Not now. Goodbyes are a foreign language that sound familar but I'll never be able to speak. The rushed last breath after I meet your eyes for the last time. I close the door behind me and face outwards. "Goodbye," I whisper. "And thank you for teaching me I have a voice".
Written during a time when I was hurt by someone walking out of my life but realized that it was the only time since I first met them I set my boundaries due to the illusion of them being shattered.
