Where Do People Go Poem by Muhammad Umair

How I sit
ruefully alone today,
and contemplate people
who vanish after saying,
'Good-bye.'
Do they float with the winds
and fly far, far away in the clouds?
Do they walk on the rivers until
the water slips them off?
Do they waft in the aroma
of the sweet flowers?
While you stand, behold them
walk off, their faces seem like
'Apparitions in the crowd, '
departing for the first flight
to separation.
I will be rueful—I know—for many,
many days to come, for Good-byes,
sometimes, are the last time
I behold them with my eyes.