The farewell

It’s time to go for me. I’m getting off the train.
And still I hate the thought that it was all in vain.
The midnight talks remaining in the past –
Sometimes I thought that these would last and last.

It’s over now. There’s nothing more to say.
You cannot follow me and I… I shouldn’t stay.
A load of gratitude, a little bit of praise -
The last formalities before we take our ways.

The time is running out. The silence is so long.
I want to stretch it, to extend it, to prolong
But comes reality and brings it to an end.
The very farewell, the part I cannot stand.

You are a clever man. And simply, you’re a Man –
You have the strength to leave and not come back again.
You have your dignity that I respect you for
When you received that mine “please write to me no more”.

I wish you happiness, with both my heart and hand
And that you found someone you’d love and understand.
I wish your headache was the only pain you’d know
I wish you never felt the pain of letting go.

It’s time to go for me. It’s time to say goodbye.
The only question I still want to ask is – why
We haven’t met when it could turn another way?
But it is over now. There’s nothing more to say.