Give me a minute, I will dance again…
I will smile at you..
I will share a story..
I will take you for dinner, and I will pay too.
Give me an hour, we will go for a walk..
We will breathe that fresh air by the river, we will eat grilled chestnuts..
We will laugh and talk..
Give me some more time, and I won’t save a dime.
I will buy myself a ticket, I will buy you one too..
I am not too sad, I just don’t like farewell parties.
I will have a few drinks and then slip away when nobody is watching..
“Oh.. He left. It was nice when he was here..”
Well, here is a memory to keep.
I will tap on your shoulder,
and caress your neck.
Remember these touches,
Unlike me, they are eternal.
It is not what they think..
I am not collecting much pleasure now.
I am trying to leave bits of me behind.
I don’t want to cease to exist.
I don’t want you to forget.
Oh, I guess it is time.
I will put on my favorite socks with bicycle patterns
I will ride my bicycle to that field with the blooming flowers
I will take photos of the yellow ones.. at the time of the sunset..
Just like every spring, when I think they bloom to say:
Adios
Photo: Passing of love, using: photo by Zoe, photo by Danielle Dolson , photo by Julian Hochgesang, photo by Aron Visuals