“Goodbye”, he said and never came back. “Goodbye”, he said but never really left. In my memories he was always there. Never budged, never left, never really went away. 

Every morning I would think that he had finally gone away now, that I was finally done with him. But then I’d hear something, see something, smell something that reminded me of him and there he was again, as present as ever. 

Because sometimes out memories keep people with us that are long gone, keep them alive, the things they said, the things they did, but most of all the things we felt, the things they made us feel.