• Years passed.
    She looked me in the eyes.
    Then she started to touch my hand.
    And my cheek.
    Her eyes were shining.
    But she started to cry.
    A silent cry.
    I wiped her tears away.
    She told me that it was time.
    For us.
    I hold her hand tight.
    I said "Don't cry.No matter it's time."
    She smiled.
    And the two of us.
    Faded into particles of dust.
    It will be a good memory.
    A good memory.
    crying