A Story by Tiny Drop

A goodbye is what it is.
A farewell is not the same thing as a goodbye.
A wave is not a goodbye.
A handshake is not a goodbye.
A kiss is not a goodbye.

One cold word which fills my whole world with dread. A silent so deep, even if unspoken, it says 'goodbye'. A friend and then not anymore. A goodbye in itself is pain and tears. A longing so deep it can never be quenched, a hunger never satiated, a race never finished. Time passes and it never gets easy.
That one who got away.
That word, that friend, that feeling, that... anything really.

And my whole vision blurs out of control. I'm lost and I can't see the floor anymore. I'm on a ledge, deciding whether to jump or not, and yet it is not really my decision when there's only fog before my eyes.
Should I take a step forward or backward?
I'm not sure...

Will I say 'goodbye'?
Will I lose my footing again?
Can I truly handle it?
The pain is excruciating...

I give up.
I take one step.

Damn it, I knew it...

© 2017 Tiny Drop

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Added on December 19, 2017
Last Updated on December 23, 2017