When we said our goodbyes we made them easy. We said goodbye like the sun says goodbye to the moon, like the waves say goodbyes to the shore before they rush back into its embrace.

We said goodbye like it would be mere moments before we saw each other again. I started counting as I walked away, each breath, each step, each second closer to seeing you again.

It used to seem so certain. Now the numbers have piled up, forming a line stretching to caress the horizon. I can't see the end of it. I can't look back to the moment I began counting. I can't remember our goodbyes.

I'm worried that I'll never see you. Worried that the time between our words will stretch on and on, forming a yawning chasm that will swallow your memory of me, and I will be left alone to search for the memory of our last moments together. After all, you have always moved on easily.