You managed to get up
willing to keep things in place.
Forgetting people with the speed of a greeting
trying to smile with a suitable gesture;
encroach, with the pace of who retreats.
For you,
what mattered most was told in undertone
and it was enough to stare at the mirror,
your own way not to find a thing.
For me,
your silhouette will always be limping on the airport or
standing behind the neighbors' parade
in a vain endeavor to say goodbye.