It’s hard to say goodbye

It’s hard to say goodbye to the only thing you’ve ever known. it’s even harder to say goodbye when you see them occasionally, walking down the chilly road, all bundled up in memories from the past keeping them secure and safe that you wish you had too. when they say good morning from across your cubicle at work as you sit down at 9 am. Oh look, a short but sweet text from them telling you things about yourself you never thought people would think. curling up in your blanket you think about them. almost reliving when the bed would dip down next to you and warm arms would pull you close almost suffocating you. Waking up to the smell of them seeped into your sheets. It’s hard to say goodbye when you don’t want to and don’t think that you can. It gets easier though. As you wash your sheets the smell wears out, replaced by a new fresh scent. As you learn to bundle up more and hug yourself in the dead of night, letting yourself breathe. Occasionally they’ll leave a text, but you’ll always leave them on read. you’ve moved to a new cubicle in a new office in a new street and you say good morning back but to new people. Its Spring now, you don’t need your heavy coats or scarves you can run free in the sun. yeah hard to say goodbye to someone but after a while, you forget how they felt, and you remember how they fought. Yeah, it was hard to say goodbye to trauma but, the first I did after that was saying hello to happiness.