I am empty spaces,
looking for you,
but you are running away from me,
as water that flows through
your face, as tears that wash
your old pain.

There is nothing
to be afraid of,
everything is love,
that is life, in your love,
you made me real.

I was real in your arms,
eternal in your breath,
free in your chest,
love in your days…

I had not realized
you had made me
understand the love
that lived in me.

I was glittering
because of you.

Stars are born
when there is reality
inside them.

Time will pass by, as
I find you in broken dreams,
that make me remember
I am still that human
that fell in love with you.

So, today, that I began feeling life,
I see you, my star, my love,
my eternal me,
letting you love me.

Some part of me, now sees you clearer,
knowing I am learning to let you go,
as the flower that endlessly will end
when the petals of portraits
are replaced with pure love
when all faces
become one,
you and it,
it and me.

Just love.
How will we understand
where is our farewell?
Just love.

Is there a farewell? If we find infinite love in other beings through loving their love, does love cease to exist? Is their love part of your love? If so, where is the farewell?