There I sat, looking into the nothingness.
It is a pitch black.
And I started to paint a picture on my mind, a glowing star or a rainbow.
And I pictured you.
And pictured myself.
There we sat, looking into the nothingness.
With a goodbye that is hanging on the air.
Never ever to be said, cause we’re waiting for each other.
To say goodbye first.
But neither wanted to.

Or so, that’s only my imaginary picture in mind.

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