the language of goodbye

No matter how hard you try to forget, 

it’ll haunt you the moment you die 

when the mind plays the story of your life and it leaves no morose aspect behind. 

But as we bid goodbye, 

to this grandiose project that shattered us and repaired us again and again, 

we realize that the things that destroyed us kept our bones together, the tears we shed watered the Earth, 

that spring cannot bloom without winter

that one faithful day everything will seem beautiful 

because it was.