I release on air to be carried high further than my eyes could see the words goodbye as they rise up from my feet

We capture a piece a flicker of time

Yet it is gone to fast before I could capture it with my hand

It is gone but it is still in the air, still in a look, a memory, a laugh, a word

Would such a moment be stilled in time to remember once that would be enough?

To know we have lived,  good bye need not be forever.