Listen ...
to the ticking sound made by the clock .
Looking ...
at the pointers moving in the clock .
Smell ...
the sweet aroma from your body .
Feel ...
the last touch from you on my hair .
.. It's farewell ..
His brown eyes shine under the light ..
I see myself in his heart ..
but
as I turn around and walk towards the door
I see myself no more , and darkness fell into my heart
A crack , A squeak
made by the wooden floor as I walk away
supporting me for my choice ...
My hand reach for the door ,
the door stood there ,
and let me open ...
Turned and open ,
the wind blow right in , telling me " let's go "
towards freedom ...
and I did , but it feel different
I walk out the door , not a sound , not a word ...
and he never come after me ..
The door shut , leaving me outside the warm room ,
leaving me in tears ...
leaving me talking to myself ...
saying : '' Farewell ... My Love ... ''
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