I cannot invite you to a goodbye,
neither to invite myself to write to you the last line.
If you leave, I will not leave my arms closed,
If you walk that way, I will not run away from your smile,
and if you become unsure, I will not become afraid of loving you.
And at this place that many might call the end,
and that I might call the life lived,
all what matters to me is that you are loved,
that you enjoy flying in freedom.
And one day
when
you and I invite each other to
think,
feel,
and admire
the beauty of our love lived,
I will enjoy
a hug,
a smile,
and a kiss from you.
