The Last Goodbye

Sitting on the rooftop,
In the darkest corner,
Under the light of a million stars.
Staring at my hands,
Searching for the point,
Where the lines went wrong.
Counting patiently the number
Of breaths I take in
And out in a minute.
For the moon
To move a little faster,
The stars
To shine less brighter,
The breaths
To slow down and finally stop.
Stop for the last time,
To witness the moon disappear,
Cry for the shooting stars
And smile on the last goodbye.



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