yesteryear’s goodbye.

note to reader: twas the serene, authentic prose authored by bryonie wise that compelled me to write my own yesteryear goodbye.  

“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”

~ Beryl Markham

so hello tomorrow and get to know you today.  our beginning is here even if our ending is in sight.  we will risk to love and we will heartbreak if we lose but we will have done so knowing that we breathed in the moment and revelled in a lustful love; whether or not with each other or the city in which we danced.  you became a memory even before the conversation started.  your hand something I wanted to hold even before I whispered your name.

although I knew a goodbye was on the horizon I didn’t want to leave the fastest way I could I wanted to move slowly, embrace time…embrace you.  I wanted to bury deep inside you; I wanted to savour you before you vanquished.  you just weren’t the best hour but every minute was a moment. both enthralling and exhilarating it unnerved me to escape you.  but then the sun went down and with painstaking reluctance today suddenly turned into yesterday.

and this is where I will leave you.  in the city in which I loved you. in this fleeting moment when, even if left unrequited, you became my yesteryear goodbye.

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