Fair well

'As I'm leaving, a change comes on my eyes
These streets persuading me, with mumbled strange goodbyes
Through the water, through the rain, to the soul of everything
I throw my heart out, on the stones, and I'm almost gone.....'

So why are goodbyes and endings so dramatized in our hearts?
As if they made a significant impression on the turn of events. As if they could do justice to all the things gone wrong in between. As if they could hope to accomplish what wasn't.
Because on the outside, there is hardly ever an extravagant display of emotions, for if there was, it couldn't be enough. The air is full of thoughts and things to say. But at times like these, only the small things are ever said. The big things lurk unsaid, inside. Maybe it's our basic human tendency, or that we have an inherent inertia of change, however hopeful or expectant we might be for tomorrow.
Some things take time. They take time to begin, they take time to develop, and they take time to end fully. But if you play the cards right, beauty creeps up in the most surprising, rewarding and profound places and creates this sort of true, stinging grace.
And maybe it's just the hopeless optimist in me, But I believe what we have once created, we can never lose and all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

So, what makes an end really? When can you say it really is, 'over' ?
When the lights go out and the curtains come close, is it the climax of the show, even when it continues to find it's way into the never-ending mental film inside of us?

Maybe, for the chain of thoughts and actions we start, there is no written epilogue. Maybe it's like well composed music, where one note blends into the other and you can not distinguish one from the other.

Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, insignificance surrounds us. Then, let us drink a cup of coffee. Silence descends, one hears the tick of the clock, curtains cast shadows in the warm pool of light. And with each swallow, time is sublimed.....

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago, and nothing as erratic as the next one.

I'll smile at you, and this....this will be my poignant goodbye.
So, fair well,
until we meet again.