Sometimes..

Sometimes it’s like an unfinished poem to say a simple goodbye to you. When you say “bye” it’s like a big funfair with hundreds of people stepping over my small feet, like losing my eyesight in a moment and being lost in it. When you say “bye” I want to be cut into pieces and hand over the biggest piece in your hands and say “take me with you”. When you tell me it’s going to be long to be back, I feel like I have to live my past again, it’s like the years and years of living without knowing the way.

When you tell me “ let me call you back” it’s like I envy the steps you’re going to take away from me, the shoe you’re wearing will have your skin and I will be there waiting for you to call me back, it’s like the imprisonment of the murderer; not knowing the way out not having the chance back at life.

When you say these sentences that are too small to be even remembered, I suffer through them like a person lying on the railway track just to feel nothing of everything, not to die