She departed in haste.
Her suitcase marked my passage.
She never looked back.
It was a harsh and painful separation.
I never overcame the injury, a bleeding soul.
All our recollections, the genuine love, the joyful moments wiped out in a single blow.
Our baby girl held by my side on the shore of anxiety, she cannot choose, greeting her the last goodbye.
She will be fine, a harder skin grew in time, shielding her emotions.
Her maturity will tighten her wounds, and her youth will be served to the lions.
Mary, I don't blame you. Always a theorizer, reality doesn't specify you as a person, you're undoubtedly a unique power
Once, you told me that your departure is a must.
But I never assumed that you would be vanishing suddenly inside that painting of life that you fascinated.
Leaving me alone, trying to evolve without a motive.