The Edge of Goodbye

I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw his photo, blurred by falling drops, memories flashing like lightning, wishing I could just drop dead. If only this pain would stop — I can’t hold on anymore, I’m standing on the cliff’s edge, hesitating to take that final step. The heaviness in my heart, the lump inside my throat, a clash of hope and surrender — begging my mind to accept the fate, to face the harsh reality: it’s time to let go.