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There was a boy across the street
When I was just 5 summers old
All I knew was that he had eyes the colour of my blanky
And a smile which placed my heart on hold.
He was a mixture of cookie dough
With a dash of all things that tasted like lollipops
But our goodbyes always sounded like a very long time
Although I knew he would reappear wherever I chose to stop.
It was my naive mind’s mistake
To think that goodbye was a promise mutually avowed
When it was really just something he hoped would stay true
As long as he spoke it out aloud
If you ask me to choose
Though more than a dozen summers have passed
I will say I hope to meet him
Somewhere in a coffeeshop like two lost child finally amassed
Because I still believe that farewells are unspoken promises
And things spoken out loud will last.
That although goodbye always sound like a very long time —
He is not destined to stay in my past
We use them so thoughtlessly and apathetically.
Some goodbyes still last long after they are said when we excruciatingly replay them brokenly in our heads, and we are gullible to think that every single one of them holds the promise of a second encounter in the future.
” What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus. ” – IQ84, Haruki Murakami