Last night, you said a simple goodbye.

And I asked, "Why now?"

You called out my name when I least expected it, and you caused me to waver once more.

Why turn around when I have already moved on to my own path?

Why do so in such a natural way? It felt like it didn't mean much for you to be able to say that one word. You probably don't know how I had to struggle in order to do the same thing.

"Goodbye, and goodnight."

It was a strained smile, but it was the best I could give.