Goodbye

A farewell in repeat mode: the words sound like a note on the kitchen table - short, cold, and slightly theatrical. Accusations, repentance, and promises are packed into the routine choreography of parting: falling to your knees, falling on your sword, leaving a note - everything according to the script. Where there should have been an explanation, only an echo remains: “goodbye” again and again, and the pain suddenly seems like familiar furniture. The impression is not a finale with fireworks, but a quiet train with a distant station: people are leaving, someone is blessing them, someone is waving goodbye, and the light in the window is slowly fading. A little sad, a little ironic, and surprisingly human: sometimes leaving is just another way to try to fix everything.