How many goodbyes.
I keep waving back
as you walk away
with your back to me.
It’s like we promised…
To always have each other’s back.
Now that’s all we’ve got.
One left too soon,
wouldn’t even say “see you around”
and it’s all wrong.
But i can’t help.
Am i, somehow, to blame?
Could i have made you stay?
One, maybe, should have never come in,
but they came anyway and
storming out, slamming the door,
left things shaking inside and everything that was glass
fell to the ground…
if I try to ignore it, would it be okay?
If I try to pick them up, would I get cut?
One is still here, but staring out the window.
I can tell…
You’re tired too.
Oh man, I get it,
sometimes even i want to leave myself behind.
Hey, I get it,
If you have a chance,
you should pack your bags,
get that spring cleaning going.
Throw out what you won’t need.
Hit the road.
Stop staring at the window and just go.
Sooner or later, Won’t you?
One didn’t want to leave,
cried their eyes tired on their way out,
time, distance, failing technologies… whatever!
They were forced to evacuate.
Would I see you again?
Would you remember my face?
Would you want to?
Maybe they did you a favor,
and we didn’t know.
Well, I kind of do.
One was the first one,
ran as fast as she could,
and I was glad. I ran the other way as well.
I felt that it was fine, sometimes, to lose someone.
But like an avalanche with domino effect,
the rest of the cards started falling down…
Now I’m not sure I feel so glad.
Maybe if I had kept you…
Maybe if just felt too good, and I became addicted.
Do you even care?
Was it for the best?
While one waits here, sitting by myself.
An abandoned building,
unfit for human habitation,
slated for demolition.
with revolving doors always moving.
Everyone is curious.
They all want a peek,
a selfie with the cool ghostly architecture.
Some even wander around,
they like the eerie atmosphere,
the thrill of feeling scared.
But they know they can’t stay.
It’s just a fun, sight-worthy place.
It’s not a home