We missed a moment

Farewell was born,
so, almost like days,
almost suddenly, with no turning back,
The words were coming out of my mouth one by one.
while you were saying goodbye,
I was running out between these verses
my longings, heart and joy.

The time was short
and the last embrace was so slow.
between the scars look at your face and your smile,
but we missed a moment.

I admit that I still miss you,
and even more so, that after several months,
you are still what I loved the most,

among my verses, I still write it sometimes.
I keep taking the pen at night,
almost every time it rains,
every time flowers are born,
every time I feel your memory die.
I walk the alternate path to your memory,
the one that makes me fall asleep and makes me feel hurt.
Drowned in the sound of your laughter through my dreams

I paint delicious farewells between our children.
Sunrise and sunset are oaths that come true between the lines.
Promises that go with us, almost to the point of our lives.
but let me tell you that even if we have a pending talk,
a moment, an instant, a kiss or death is still missing between us.
Like every dawn we miss each other, you left and I am far away.
Perhaps, so far away from each other that we can't even imagine it.

Photographers: Anton Fadeev