goodbyes.

the hardest part of living, and living in love.
the realizing that there are very few people, or possibly none, who will be permenently attached to our lives.
they come through for a short while, supposedly making us better… or sometimes worse.  they make us laugh or smile or rip our hair out.  they make us hurt or cry or break ourselves in two.  they force us to re-examen the people we are and ask ourselves who it is we are going to be.  they come with us in our stupid decisions, life by trial and error, or perhaps they leave us in the dust while they move forward to things bigger and better.  they change the shape of our edges, the content of our character, the depth and movement of our souls.  they leave us feeling angry and used, beautiful and loved.
these human vessels: touched by interactions with others the same, but always so different.  they bend and break, fade and die.  they live in full color and richness with voices crying out for fulfillment and rest.  they search for meaning to it all, in pages of books, ink of pens, words of authority, the stars and the heavens.  they search for meaning in themselves.

you people, who have woven yourself into my fabric, you now want to remove your threads.  how can you imagine i will remain whole?  without you, something will be missing in me.  one small strand of color that made my whole being more complete.  adding weight, adding color, adding life, adding texture.  or perhaps you’ll leave that piece of you with me.  as i know i have left some part of myself with you.