There’s a path I’ve never forgotten,
This path I’m still walking.
It is…
I’ve forgotten it.
Where did I start?

I turn around,
And see a distant point.
A stop.

And when I go there, I see it:
Me, younger, a little bit naive,
Still there,
Standing,
Waiting,
With a smile.

He looked, where I stood,
With a familiar gaze,
Unlike the days we lost.
There's curiosity in his eyes.
But no questions.
He raised his hand,
Showed his palm,
And waved goodbye.

With a melancholic smile,
I stopped looking back,
And waved goodbye
To the end of beginning.