To Whom It May Concern

It's the hardest to say goodbye.

To me, to go away many times silently you told.

You're not as you were, it seemed so high.

The page of my book is gray I am also old.

How I can tell you a way to far, how I can say. 

Once you were alone and unfortunately distressed.

I have given you shadow from the love of golden ray. 

Moments have passed going to me out you pressed.

The earth is moving on its axis, you move around me.

Now every theme of mine is twisting you stopped.

I cannot enter you in since you ceased the key.

Salty water from my eyes is continuously dropped