It was the step I took onto the train.
The page I turned. The new chapter that began.
It was a goodbye.
It were the tears, that I shed and the friends that I hugged.
It was the road that I chose and there was no turning back.
It was the train door that closed and the hands that waved.
It was my future, my own way that I had to face.
Yes, I do remember all of your faces, looking at me as I stood there, waiting for the train.
Not really gone but not really there.
Being it that vacuum. No, it wasn’t really fair.
I didn’t want to leave, though neither could I have stayed.
And all that I could wonder was how easy it was to announce my departure.
Though how hard it was in that very moment. To depart.
Oh, if I knew! Just if I knew, how it feels right now.
I would have hugged you one more time. Would have listened to you.
I would have been there for you, I would have been that one you wanted me to be – the one you needed me to be. But no.
I would have appreciated our friendship more. Would have met with you all just one more time.
I would have been more resilient – more compassionate. But no.
But no.
I am now standing in front of the ruins. Amidst the shatters of the past.
And I regret it.
I regret every second I was too afraid.
Every second I didn’t enjoy.
Every second I didn’t appreciate you – all of you.
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