goodbyes

 i’m not really the best at goodbyes.

especially the kind that don’t give you time

or awareness

to brace for impact.


there’s this ache in my chest —

and i keep asking myself

was i ready to say bye?

or did time finally decide

to teach me what i already knew?


everything changes.

everything moves.


goodbyes when it starts to snow.

goodbyes when the rain replaces

what once used to come out of my eyes.


she was someone that mattered.

someone who saw me

and wanted me to do better for myself.

she saw the potential i carry —

the end version

i’m slowly walking into.


and now i wonder —

is this how it’s gonna feel

when it’s my turn to say bye for real?


because we all gotta go pursue

what’s meant for us.

but what will my goodbye reflect about me

as a person?

as a man?


she impacted my life in two months.

two months.


so what will my two years of service here

say about me

when it’s my turn to walk away?


maybe that’s what hurts the most —

not the loss,

but the speed.


how something can step into your life,

shift the angle of your mirror,

and leave

before you’ve even adjusted your stance.


i didn’t know i was learning

while it was happening.

i didn’t know i was being shaped

in real time.


she didn’t stay long,

but she stayed honest.

and that counts for more

than time ever will.


some people don’t arrive to stay.

they arrive to redirect.

to tap you on the shoulder

right before you drift too far

from who you’re supposed to become.


maybe goodbyes aren’t a measure

of how long something lasted,

but how clearly it pointed you forward.


maybe this ache

is just proof

that i was present.

that i didn’t numb it.

that i let it matter.


and if my goodbye says anything about me,

i hope it says this:


that i show up fully

even when i know nothing is permanent.

that i let people affect me

without trying to trap them

in my future.

that i can hold gratitude

without needing possession.


two months can change a man

if he’s paying attention.

two years can define him

if he honors what he learned

along the way.


so maybe this isn’t the end of an era.

maybe it’s the quiet confirmation

that i’m moving

in the right direction.


and this ache in my chest —

it’s not asking me

to go backward.


it’s reminding me

to keep walking

with the same openness

that made this goodbye

matter

in the first place. 


— Mr. Mak


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