Enough preamble, you say.
As if death by seppuku,
The goodbye has to be said.
Struggled over every word,
Pined over every line ahead.
Perhaps still hiding from the truth,
Perhaps choosing not to lie instead.
Enough preamble, you say.
As if a study in how death imitates art,
The goodbye has to be shared.
How does one get from matter to mind?
How is a soul’s ending prepared?
Perhaps a goodbye is just a goodbye,
A final breath of empty air.
Enough preamble, you say.
As if reminiscing a book of love from afar.
The goodbye has to be declared.
As there is joy in the First-Time-Human Tribe,
There is peace in the Last-Life Club.
Perhaps silver linings are the default,
Perhaps all of life ought to be loved.
Enough preamble, you say.
As if desired but not claimed,
The goodbye has to be aired.
What we had was fun,
A smile-then-sigh kind of affair.
In memory, everything stays prime,
Perhaps that’s where we shall leave everything at.
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Acknowledgments
The author wishes to express her gratitude to the editors and reviewers for their constructive input and insightful feedback.
Author contributions
Z.S. conceived the work, reviewed the literature, drafted, and edited the manuscript.
Funding
The Fundamental Research Funds for the Central Universities (4025002306); Jiangsu Provincial Institute of Health Emergency, Research Centre for Medical and Health Emergency Rescue, Xuzhou Medical University Research Projects (JSWSYJ-20240102).
Competing interests
None.
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