Stage One

by sulatkamay

But the goodbyes had been said,

As it is what cannot be avoided.

The heart has no other path than to accept,

-a path, perhaps, more difficult than the farewell.

People leave instantly

Without reason and time for preparations

They go onto another stage forward

And it shall appear as though they were all

Characters on a level of

The game of life you play so idly.

The boss has simply been defeated -

The ending has just been met,

And as everyone advance to their own stages,

The level where you were all once were

Shall remain a completed arena

-a memory of success;

A proof of what you had experienced

With everyone by your side.

Stupid enough

Every once in a while, you’d always think

That time should stop

That you’d never be able to defeat the boss

And reach an ending.

Afraid enough

That it is a different game without that person,

That same environment, that same crowd.

They say that perhaps goodbyes help a person

grow

But no one ever said that it would be simple.

Pain shall always occur

For no one shall finish the stage unwounded.

They may, however,

Before moving on to the next stage

Be healed with a magical potion;

-It’s the fact

That you did not just leave.

You shall go as a character who helped

Me find the perfect weapons

And armor to face the boss, and

As a person that helped me

Attain that ending.

People will leave instantly -

As though that stage is complete,

But to take the perfect score,

You’d have to find that magical potion

And perhaps, far before defeating the boss,

You may find to not have needed that potion,

Cause you’d rather retain the wounds

For at least you can say that

You played the stage,

And reached an ending.

But the goodbyes had been said,

As it is what cannot be avoided.

The heart has no other path than to accept,

-a heart that carries an unused magical potion.