You held my hand with both of your hands,
as if you were telling me to trust every process we’ve been through.
You hugged me tight,
as if you were asking me to stay.
If the world asks for it, then I would nod as an answer.
With a smile on my face.

But, I know.
Our hands touched gently,
as a reminder that this is all over.
The hug we shared,
as a reminder that this is (maybe) our last goodbye.
The world asks for it.
It is what it is.

We made a deal, the world hasn’t ended yet.
Then I'll be happy about it.