It's not that your eyes weren't the right ones.
And It's not that It wasn't the right moment either.
I felt like my time was coming and I couldn't postpone it anymore.
I had to go, but I know your memory will come to me in the hardest moments. Those when the loneliness is not good for me anymore and I struggle to picture a hopeful future.
I know there will be no resent feelings because we share this thoughts:
No one can stop the unavoidable
The spirit must become free
The heart must tell Its truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem