MAY
(farewell)
May the cold autumnal wind
not rub your memory away,
completely.
May the new sun
of your old life
not kill
places seen with wonder eyes
of traveller,
people met by chance,
music someone tried to share with you.
May this ending race
just be a part of your
everyday smile,
just be a part of
the fire
you’ll light
somewhere else
on a beach,
just be a magician trick
you’ll be able to show to everyone.
You are here now,
tomorrow all is going to change,
but
may this short farewell
last longer than a hug
with no reason at all
different from
the pleasure
I’ve felt to meet you,
the pride
I’ve got inside
to have shared
at least few clock’s tick
with you.
Untold evening tales
