Goodbye

Goodbyes are the last few pages of a story.
Auburn hearts break as the words are seen, scribbled on a note, never received.
Feel shattering emotions course through as you taste the salt of your tears.
Hear it sizzle in your mouth just the same as words unspoken.
They will eat you alive.
They may even set you free.
Reuniting is a beautiful thing.
"I'll see you on the other side."
My Stockholm Syndrome kicks in as we leave Earth, hand in hand.
Flying with the pink flamingos among the purple sky, we'll make it this time.
Iridescence will show her true colors, stop and smell the roses.
À plus tard.
Goodbye is the tear-filled last page of happiness, but we'll make it this time.

-A.H.