“From End to Beginning, a ‘Hello’”

We didn’t say goodbye
the way people usually do—
in a single moment,
in one final word.

We lived it,
slowly,
like a truth
seeping in drop by drop,
until one day
it makes a home within you.

Your hand didn’t slip away,
time simply
tightened its grip—
we were still there,
close, so close,
yet “us”
had quietly disappeared.

That day, silence didn’t win,
it merely lingered—
words felt small before it,
and we realized
some feelings aren’t spoken,
they are understood.

Before that—
we were already leaving,
slowly,
without the sound of footsteps,
without the signal of goodbye.

Replies came late,
conversations stayed incomplete,
eyes, though near,
rested somewhere else.
We laughed,
but that laughter
trembled like a dying flame.

A little further back—
we were craftsmen of hope,
stitching our fractures
with threads of “tomorrow,”
building bridges of promises
over every crack.
We trusted the future
as if it owed us something.
But time—
it never carries debt.

And before that—
the first doubt,
the first silence
heavier than words.
The first time
we chose ego
over understanding.

We said,
“It’s nothing,”
but somewhere within
a quiet voice whispered—
this is where everything
begins to change.

And even before that—
a question
even love couldn’t answer.
That’s when we learned
not every feeling has meaning,
some simply happen—
like the wind,
like time,
I like parting.

And at the very beginning—
there was you.

Standing at the door of my world,
a stranger
with a strange familiarity
in your eyes.
A smile
that felt like home,
before I even understood
what “home” meant.

You said “hello,”
and in that moment
time drew a circle.

Where the end
was hidden in the beginning,
and in the end
echoed the hint
of a new beginning.

Perhaps love
is never a straight line—
it is a cycle.

We meet,
we scatter,
and then—
in some unseen moment,
we collide
with our own past.

So if today
we are a “goodbye”—
then somewhere,
in another time,
in another form—

we are still
an unfinished
“hello.”