When it’s time to see the real whisperings
Of fake laughter, of mysterious comments
If only I could repay such kindness
But I can’t for I won’t.
Then the time is ripe to let go
Of what was lost and what was none
Forcing one to respond such drama
Who am I kidding?
We are not too young to play
Nor too old to grow so fast
This is just the way it is.
Could be the first hello
To end the last goodbye.