We never said goodbye, so you have to return.
I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were never said.
About eyes becoming fearful round.
About lips opening slightly, but no words coming out.
About tears getting ready but staying inside.
And I wonder whether these were promises for precious things to still be part of days that lay ahead.
I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were executed anyway.
About one last moment face to face, raising difficult questions.
About weeks and months to follow, restoring the thought of things to return.
About the feeling of a shadow at the horizon promising better days.
I am thinking that never saying goodbye never means that things were not lost.
But we never said goodbye, so you could still return.
“Sometimes, this is the only magic ever left”, my witch whispers into the flame of the vanilla scented candle.
A witch with no regrets
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Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
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Mistress witch writes 