Too many goodbyes this year. Too much, rather; death
and distance too thick to claw your way through.
But still the words. Those god damn elusive spectres
of words that everyone always writes about. The ones
that will make this mean something, give closure to
a wide-open ending. The words, formed into sentances
that will break your heart, knock you down and tell
you that you should have stayed.
If I ever find those words, they shall be locked in a
cage. I'll save them, save them, hide them, until I
need them again. No more losing. Goodbye goodbyes.
-Omar, the tentmaker
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