Wherever I go I say goodbye.

Every interaction from simple trips to the grocery store- to late Sunday nights with old friends, I part as if it’s the last time. 

Endings are beautiful because they can be crafted in order to be destroyed. The bittersweet music plays in my ears throughout each conversation -that this too shall end.

And when it does it will be glorious.  I suspect that if I said hello like it would last forever then I could taste the sweet fruit of permanence, but perhaps the dark chocolate pairs better with poetry.