I think about how there’s certain people we’ll never see again
and the inevitably of death,
and no matter how long you’ve known a person,
how much you love and care,
there’ll always be room for them to disappear.
I think about you can only hold onto moments for only so long
until they are gone and only live in your memory,
and as your memory grows faulty
and you begin to wonder if you can even trust the nostalgia,
instead of morphing the feelings into something better,
being present instead of wishing for some place better.
I think about how everything has an end
and with everything,
we need to learn how to let go.
But we hold onto the possibilities, the what-if’s
and live with the maybe’s and should have been’s.
Because goodbye’s are never easy
and beginnings are almost as hard as endings
and we are never truly happy where we are
so we spend lifetimes searching for safe spaces,
but we settle for the lesser,
never truly feeling satiated,
and living with our empty hearts.