The last kiss, the last touch of the hand;
The fist can’t hold the escaping sand.
The sealed lips with the wet eyes,
It’s difficult to say the last goodbyes.
Flashes of memories and times together,
Relive those moments so many times over.
So much the screaming heart has to convey,
So many things the broken mind has to say.
The stream of melancholy starts to flow,
The winds of separation so strongly blow.
It’s agonizing to let go the people so close,
But then life is only a bed of red rose.
The longing in the eyes to meet again,
Warm embraces ease momentarily the pain.
We move ahead with the hope to meet,
That affectionate smile and hug to greet.