Closure

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).