I have never regretted saying goodbye. Untill I realized that it wasn’t temporary, and so I sat on the frontporch. I have been waiting for you to come home. I’m right here. Right at the end of what once wasn’t a dead-end street.
We walked on the sidewalk, across the concrete, near a stone parking lot. Strolling upon replaced gravestones, who once covered the ground beneath us. We stepped onto a backyard of unrequited disappearances.