Goodbye.

You stopped.

One day, you stopped loving me.

Unaware, I kept coming back to you.

In waves.

How and when did you stop?

Did you slowly erase me from your heart? Step by step. Moment by moment.

First my smile, then my songs and slowly how my skin felt against yours.

Did you choose a day?

Smoking your first cigarette, did you think how will you begin?

How will you make a case of how it wasn’t meant to be?

Looking at me in the eyes, did you feel empty? Cold? Did you feel me breaking when you said you can’t?

Did the church bells at sunset remind you of me? Or the sea breeze and the birds? Or the dead flowers in your room?

Did you smile while thinking of how I kissed you the first time when you were too scared to ask?

So tell me my love,

Did you choose a day?

To say goodbye.

While I was sleeping with my head on your heart.

Did you choose?

To send me away.