Oz used to think that good-byes were like the end of a show; feedback through fuzzy amplifiers until long after the lights went down, but always that pleasant buzz in your veins for hours into the night. Good-byes were just like that a phony ending, noise beyond the blackness. Good-byes were never permanent.
The truth is he misses Willow and he thinks about her, and when he said goodbye it was as if some stagehand had pulled power from his amp without warning him. Something, then nothing.
Good-byes are permanent. Feedback always does, eventually, fade.
(originally for Sunday 100)