Save me in your poetry.
Then take it away anywhere you go.
You may never forget every single memory.
I hope the past will make learning for us going forward.
The words that you composed for me before
I will never erase from my memory.
Time may still offer,
where is the joy or the sorrow,
where love where is the lie.
Meeting may have been ours.
But now behold,
it turns out that farewell is more than anything else.
Maybe if someday you will find me.
I am always in your poetry.
Because I never went anywhere.
After all, you always carry me too.
And if possible you miss me.
Remember I miss you too.
Read it again.
I just might come back.
But really, I can't really promise that for sure.