True Love never says good-bye, and this is why: True Love last forever.
I had a dream about you last night… you kept meowing at people and licking yourself it was not unlike you normally.
If I could walk one week, why not six? If I could walk to London, why not to Paris, to the Alps, to Jerusalem…I would show with money and a pair of strong boots you can get to Rome. Good-bye, all ye vampires of modern travel. Good-bye, insistent cab-men, and tip-loving porters. Good-bye, mis-directed luggage and dusty railway carriages…Good-bye, trains – punctual and unpunctual, I am your slave no longer. I am free. I am FREE.
You will never know love’s depth, until it is gone.
Now I end my death song. I give my farewell to mountain and sky. It has been good to be alive.
Look up, greet sparks of fire with salted eyes,
For he’s a burning atmospheric sigh:
One blaze of liquid flame on midnight sky,
Soft orbital decay, and last goodbye.
That’s it? That’s your big goodbye?” Eve asked.
Claire looked at Eve mystified. “I think I need guy CliffNotes.”
“Guys aren’t deep enough to need CliffNotes.”
“What were you waiting for, flowery poetry?” Shane snorted. “I hugged. I’m done.
Pak Karman hugged his wife’s gravestone tightly. “You left without saying farewell!
We drove to the hotel and said goodbye. How hypocritical to go upstairs with a man you don’t want to fuck, leave the one you do sitting there alone, and then, in a state of great excitement, fuck the one you don’t want to fuck while pretending he’s the one you do. That’s called fidelity. That’s called monogamy. That’s called civilization and its discontents.
The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn’t negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.