Start of Farewell

It was a rainy afternoon,

I found myself smiling like a fool.

Glimpse of hope is here

a torch I was once dreaming--

is now in front of me.

Full of wonders,

thoughts of mysteries;

When I stand by the might of the acacia,

and a leaf fall unto me

the time you asked

“How are you?”

and I just said, just I have always been.

The scent if the soil after the rain

was what woke me up next morning.

As leaves are starting to dry,

I’ve prepared for goodbye.

It wasn’t goodbye,

it was the start;

me flipping page by page,

slowly fall out.

Every beginning after all is a sign

someone has to say farewell

in a very crucial moment.