Auf Wiedersehen

It had only been a minute....he thought to himself. As he took a drag off the cigarette he glanced around. The people he was there with were outside downing their ciagrettes like it was the last drop of coffee in the office....

He watched a girl chatting on the phone.... who was she talking too? he wondered..... A car pulled up. She quickly hurried in..."Auf Wiedersehen"...he found himself whispering to the girl under his breath. He wondered who had picked her up, or why she was in a hurry? Was it the rain? Did she have something to hide? Was she just eager to get close with the mystery person inside....

His cigarette was empy so he went back in. He found himself thinking about too many things.  "Auf Wiedersehen.", the phrase haunted him so. He imagined what his life would be like if he used that phrase more often. I mean, it was only a phrase, a salutation of politeness if you will. To some it meant simply "goodbye" but to others maybe,,,,"until next time...." If there be a next time....

He thought about his own life. The decisions he had made. Would "Auf Wiedersehen" had made them any easier?  He replayed the memoreis in his mind and replaced the moments that happened afterwards with that simple phrase...

The other night for instance, had he used it he would not have been dwelling so much on the present. "Auf Wiedersehen". Thats all it took.  Meaning, "this was fun, see you never if that is it."  or maybe "this was fun and i hope to see you again." or even "this was fun and you can show yourself to the door."  or so "this was fun and i wish for something more..."  So many different interpretations.

He was almost amazed how such a simple phrase could dictate his outlook on past events. How influencial a few words could be.  What? Just because it was a different language it meant more?

He thought of work and how much he wanted to utter those words. Some scenarios it wasnt fit for though. He chuckled to himself as he continued on....

Bills are due? "Auf Wiedersehen."
Hang up the phone? "Auf Wiedersehen."
Leaving for the eve? "Auf Wiedersehen."
Not interested? "Auf Wiedersehen."

Oh the words could have saved him so much time an trouble.

But then he realized.  Words are never so easy, and what is meant to be will somehow turn out. So though the girl that hurried away in the rain, to the strange car got his "Auf Wiedersehen". MOMENTS IN LIFE WOULD NOT GET HIS "GOODBYE" so easily.

What made it life was the mystery, not to be brushed off so easy by some foreign words, though they seemed so eloquent and true.  So as he drove home, the only "Auf Wiedersehen" he said was to the bar, and he meant "until next time". And he vowed to never think about words so deeply again, for they were only words, and not emotion. He knew a simple "goodbye" would only alleviate his problems, and he realized that some things were worth the challenge.