Goodbye is like walking down the stairs in the dark,
You step slowly, and hope there's another stair below you,
But you get so caught up on the next step that the number of stairs you have left doesn't seem to matter;
You know the importance of taking each step because you know you have to get to the bottom and live on.
You brace the railing because it feels as though it's the only thing holding you up.
It's so confusing to think why simply walking down the stairs could be so hard and that just the dark makes you feel so lost,
Just as goodbye one moment, one word, can make you feel like you're trapped in a maze without a map
-eh
