Across this province of mine,
amidst that city of yours
I saw you standing,
so far away from me.

To look straight in your eyes,
To behold myself in your arms,
To hear you whisper in my ears,
Oh tonight, these are my desires.

For a moment then, I lost you,
Yet I struggled to retrieve you.
For a moment today, I asked
“Shall I ever lose you again?”

I fear of tomorrow,
anticipating such kind sorrow,
thinking you might leave again
in a sudden, and dreadful way.

However, I shall be prepared
for anytime, things may be impaired.
Until such time I must be practiced
for the art of waving goodbye,
and to never ever look back.