When Goodbye Was Never Said

Did you lose someone without a goodbye?

If you could ask one last question, what would it be?

I know it’s pointless sometimes. Some endings don’t turn back.

But right now you’re thinking of someone. Maybe more than one.

Someone who passed. A friend who just stopped. A voice that went quiet.

Some people leave because it’s their right. They don’t ask permission. They don’t need your okay. Even after all the good moments.

It’s not our fault. We just don’t fit in their next chapter.

People carry things they never tell us, shame, fear, new walls, tiredness, secrets, or simply no time left for one more talk. So the last time stays the last time, and we never knew it was goodbye.

Maybe no goodbye is softer. It leaves a little hope breathing. Hope feels good.

I miss my grandmother. She lived like a happy witch, full of gods and ghosts. So I choose to believe she’s still around, inside me now.

The part-time writer coworker who disappeared, I think she wanted me to keep the old her safe in my head. I never went looking for the new life. Maybe that’s what she needed.

Sometimes we’re only meant for someone’s past. They want us frozen there, unchanged.

So let’s hold that piece gently. Take good care of it.

Who’s that person for you?

We play a role in each other’s story. When it’s done, we go.

Everything ends someday.

Memory stays forever.