I know you leave tomorrow.
I know I won´t see you anymore.
I know it is impossible
But it feels so good here, just seating next to you, just talking, just letting time pass by.
7.000 kilometers away and it feels home.
In your armchair.
I sense the void, while my broken heart floats in the middle, falling down, it is a ball of empty pain compressing my chest backwards, letting me with no handles to grab.
I would love to stay.
(please stay)
But I´d rather leave. Take distance. It hurts. Time will cure it.