It’s become a time
when we must departure apart.
It’s become a time
when we must learn how to grow apart from each other.
It’s become time.
It’s become time.
You and I wrote a
great story together.
Just the years that
are saved in time,
Are the only
readers.
It was an honor to write
those chapters with you.
No departure it’s
easy and plain.
We had it rough.
I wish you have a
nice ride again.
One with the nicest
of views.
The one with green
mountains, morning fog and black night filled with shiny stars.
My heart is at
repair now,
I suppose yours is
too.
And stealing some
other poet’s line,
I tell you these:
«I just wanted you
to know.
Baby, you were the
best.»
I’ve found a new
one that might help me fix my broken heart.
I wish the same for
you.
I wish you travels,
success, kids, fortune and a plenty life full of joy
And must important
lots of love.
I’m not scared of
not having you in my life.
I suppose you’re
not or won’t be.
That’s ok.
Take your beautiful
wings and fly away.
Go far.
Go with the wind.
Be free!
Follow your heart.
Dear readers,
We’ve reached the final part,
The closure of this
poem.
I’d like to repeat,
To tell once again
to the receiver of this poem:
«Baby, you were the
best (while it lasted).»
Goodbye to you!
Wish you the best!
Be great!
Ciao! (As you used
to say).
