I want tell you that it’s over, I want to tell you that it was just right.
I always liked how you kissed my forehead;
How you pinched my cheeks between your thumb and your index finger
– I probably still do.
I want to say these words.
Instead, I become ever more silent: I fade out and fade away slowly.
You will barely notice my vanishing.
I expect you to call me up and I truly hope you don’t.
Speaking up is hard whenever you are near.
I haven’t practiced my words.
Do not get me wrong: I want to be around, like a latent energy.
Like a wave in the sea, I might come back.
Probably in a different shape and surely not right now.
I see the tide is low.