Two birds on a tree

In the woods on my evening stroll...

I saw a silent tree with no leaf to fall...

On different branches perched they were...

gazing intently at the horizon somewhere...

just the two little birds on that tree...

One another they just didn't see...

But only saw the sun that went down...

as the woods got their golden crown...

Listening to the playful river flow...

while the summer day lost it's glow...

One flew away in search of that light...

The other stayed to spend the night.

¿;-)

the good bye

As the sun was setting in the distant horizon...

final few moments spent together in silence...

She turned to him and whispered few words...

He was too distracted with his thoughts...

This feeling was all too familiar yet very strange...

Why did he have to go through this again...

The answers he always knew but did not care...

He lies to himself more than he cares to admit...

She smiled and gave him a briefest of hug...

Maybe it was her goodbye without saying so...

She handed him a scribble as she left...

He held onto it tightly... his heart pounding...

too curious... yet too scared...

That night... he finally opened the note...

It said "Never change, be yourself".

Years have passed...

He still remembers her smile...

He still feels her caress...

He can still smell her fragrance...

And he still asks himself...

Am I myself or should I change?

¿;-)