It is better to say goodbye
if the heart can no longer find its voice.
There is no consolation in the distant look,
nor in the memories left vacant.
He only said goodbye
with a sigh that the wind carried away.
No more promises or dreams shared,
only the shadow of what they were clothed in.
We were fire, now ashes,
the flames that burned became breezes.
Inescapable the path that forks,
Where peace is found, far from this struggle.
Because the worst thing is to live in discord,
and better to take flight towards memory.
