Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Kiss them once & never let your lips touch theirs
Tell them all these sweet & lovely things, & act like everything you told them was just a lie
Make eye contact with them, but look through their eyes full of regret
See them everyday, pretend they never existed & look right through their souls
Embrace them & then never touch their skin again
Hold their hand & make sure to leave them wanting more
Make all these good memories with them & leave them hanging like the past few months meant nothing to you
Talk to them every day & let them be part of your daily routine, then one day just completely ignore them & never talk to them ever again

How nice would it be
If we were always prepared
For all situations
And from surprises, were spared?

But rain doesn't wait
Till the shelter is raised,
And sun doesn't wait
Till you're wearing your shades.

Mud doesn't wait
Till you're wearing old shoes,
We can't always be ready,
And I'm not ready for you.

No shelter, no shades,
No shoes and no time;
Here you come, taking over
My unprepared mind.

You are in my thoughts and in my dreams. You are part of my ideas and the decisions I make. You are so inside me that you are naturally in the steps I take. You are far away but I can feel you, soulmate.

Accept the loss of each day.
They will, for sure, add something in your way.
It can be a tear,
Or probably a fear.
But it’s not just it!

Maybe you will not be the same again.
Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain.
But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries
It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries.

The speech of Loss
Is constantly repeating
"Accept it!
Accept it, please, accept it!
Let it be.
Let it go.
Let it ache.
Let it heal!”

We spend our whole lives searching for things
We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too.
And we can find these things in different places
In different ways, on different days.
But we lost these things too
We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon.
In different places,
In different ways, on different days.

Losing is a paradox
The more we lose, the more we gain

I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home.
I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother.
Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome,
And they conforted me like a mother.

But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy.
I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries.

Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters
The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.