If we were parting on better terms, than we would have no use for a goodbye. Unless of course, we’re parting company on amicable terms. After a dinner party, say. Or leaving a bar. I hug you close, heart over heart and wrap your arms around you tight so I may remember the physical impression your body made on mine when I think back at this moment in time, and when you are no longer with me, perhaps I can still conjure the feeling of you somehow; Will you to this room even if you are 3,000 miles away. But memories fade over time. And so does the recollection of physical impressions. It is a “good” “bye”. Good bi. Ha!
Kisses on the cheek, or a firm handshake. Such a masculine action. Wonder how that tradition started. I see a party parting ways, the clearing of the table. Holding someone’s hand in hospice. They say they can still hear you, but I could never believe that. Even if they can, do they even have the cognitive ability to process what they’re hearing? Goodbye to death, or life. When souls depart. That is a big goodbye. Also great TNG episode. Jean Luc Picard in fitted uniform.