on saying goodbye
a poem
and then we’ll make promises
make plans to meet up and lie about it
and we’ll wave at each other one last time
as we go in the opposite direction
we’ll play a game of chicken
see who looks back first
see who looks back longer
see who is the one who will put in the effort
see who doesn’t
and maybe we’ll think about each other
until we’re no longer necessary plot devices
and maybe one of us will reach out years later
and maybe the phone number has changed
and they don’t live there anymore
and they can’t be reached
and you can reach the end of your life
you have a few visitors
and it feels like someone’s missing
but maybe that’s just me