I’m usually the one that says goodbye,
not the one that hears it.
But today I stood alone and
watched as everything I knew
walked into the distance.

The weather seemed appropriate-
switching between sunny and cloudy,
almost as if unsure how it wanted to feel.

It settled somewhere in between,
knowing what it was leaving behind,
but also knowing what it was gaining.

And I find myself not focusing 
on who has said goodbye,
but those who have said
hello.