I say you “good bye” since the night is so weak that can break the thin thread that separates my dreams from the new morning...

Only the murder called destiny knows if this good bye will be a “so long”.

Only the small hand of the clock will give me the reason if I do not to see you again and perhaps, my eyes will cry when I wake up.

But I rather prefer thinking that I’ve lost you tonight, that saying “so long ” and that the destiniy gives me the surprise that I had to say “good bye”…

by Kenkeni