Here we sit facing each other

Talking about separation

It’s not that we don’t know the suffering that will come after

It’s just our way of putting our others first in consideration

Yet there is nothing good in saying goodbye

As he looked at me with his teary eyes,

As if begging me to stay

Then he smiled,

Bitterly as if refraining from falling

Why does separating is this hard?

Shouldn’t there be a proper way to celebrate?

Because even with a tight hug, it still sounds like: I’ll wait

So what if I don’t want to go back?