So this is the end?
The eternal farewell?
The last page of the book
The cessation of music
One last breath
I don't want to leave it behind
Choked words
Feelings not lived
For fear of the ridiculous
Made of empty looks
From a heart that still beats
For another that goes by
Hold my hand
For there was no travel or Danger
That I didn't face with you
Even if you're no longer present
It is permissible to suffer
In means of hugs
That I'd rather give
But not get paid
Beyond the illusion of life
In the unknown and unreachable world
Rest our brother
Beyond the illusion of death
In the dimension where there is no more pain nor disease
