There are days I still wonder
if goodbye is actually a closed door
or just a dramatic pause we both committed to
because neither of us could handle the truth of the moment.
Can I come back after goodbye?
is that naive
or is that a mercy
for two people who were genuinely trying their best inside a life that was just too sharp?
Some nights I let myself imagine the reunion scene
not the movie version
but the quiet real one
when we sit across from each other again
and our shoulders drop
because the war finally left our bodies.
Is there a version of us that learned how to stop destroying the things we love
before they ever had a chance to breathe?
Is it worth it?
God I think about that far too often
in grocery store lines
and conversations I tuned out of
and at 2am when the air feels too honest.
Is it right?
I don’t know yet.
And I hate that I don’t know.
Maybe right and worth are not the same measurement anymore.
But I do know this…
not everything that breaks was a mistake
some things break because they were too important
to carry in the shape they were in.
So maybe the question isn’t
“can I come back?”
maybe it’s
“can we return as who we became…
instead of who we were the day we said goodbye?”