Things change.
People come and go.
And sometimes we're left alone.
But that's okay.
Because some day,
It will be our turn to leave.
Out of hope, not of greed.
One day they will see.
How much you meant to me.
Maybe then you will understand why,
I lead you to believe my white lie.
But until then,
I will remain not but a distant friend.
This is goodbye my dear.
I hope not for the best for you.
I say it is solemnly true.
Even though I cannot be with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem