Tiny Stories I.

Implicit goodbye. No words, but actions.

Fake though. Not honest, not brave.

But, it is fine.

Courage does not show up everytime.

Honesty. Already too hard to find.

Sitting in the edge of uncertainty.

Getting ready to leave.

Getting ready to be left.

Getting ready to say silent goodbye.

To be myself, again.

To be me, again.

We never talked.

Just looked into each others’ eye.

We never talked.

Just hugged to each other.

We never talked.

We will not.

We never talked.

We will not even say goodbye.

We will look each other, and leave.