The last time we were together, I was sleep my arms wrapped around your chest holding you close and not wanting to let you go.
That was before your flight to the United States And you woke me up with a kiss.
At 2:37 last night, I was haunted by the thought that you are no longer the same person who will wake me up with a kiss before his flight to the United States.
To those who have loved and who have lost, remember that life goes on.