It was time to say goodbye…

This is a line invented by Laurie in response to the poem I Save My Love by Marjorie Saiser. 

It was time to say goodbye. I have not said much goodbye that sticks in the mind. Then again I tend to be forgetful. Out of sight, out of mind, as my best friend once said about me. 

It was time to say goodbye. I can’t remember much of when I left Hong Kong now. I mean, I’m not one for hoarding details like that. We flew from the old airport, that much I knew. It’s become  a flea market now that they’ve built a new airport. 

It was time to say goodbye. We didn’t really say goodbye to high school. We just moved on. I mean, we had the City Circle tram ride as our special outing and we went to a Town Hall for our speech night/graduation ceremony. But we never thought to say goodbye to high school because after high school was uni. 

It was time to say goodbye. We had an agreement to never lose touch, me and a few of our Honours classmates. But of course we did. I kept track of one through her knitting blog for a while (she happened to be my best friend among our Honours class) but then I ditched my Yahoo blog so that was that. 

It was time to say goodbye. I’ve been watching this drama where the protagonist had been sentenced for life for nothing except an excuse to milk him for money. And then someone from the same jail pardoned decided to come back to the jail. 

It was time to say goodbye. Goodbye to who I was and how I was. There was this Mandarin song called Onion and I sometimes think a human being is like an onion, you have layers and layers within yourself that you can keep peeling back. 

It was time to say goodbye. Those who left me cannot stay, it was part of a Chinese poem, I’ve forgotten the next line, I used to know it.