Just checking on you.

Promise you’ll never say a goodbye?..

When the beginning comes to an end.

This is about the way I think the sky would feel if it could talk.

Short narrative on what it’d be like for a child, living on a planet deprived of rain, to see rain for the first time.

A simple hello can make a world of difference.

Any one there?

Love don’t just begets smile and laughter it also yields pain and tears, where tears tells all the things that the heart can’t utter.

This is the last time to say goodbye.

Poetry.