The last time I often asked myself : Where is the good in goodbye?

If someone you loved removed and you can´t see anything beside a pale silhouette…

If you sqint your eyes in the hope, not to leave the silhoutte in top of it…

Before this you said goodbye…but now you´re asking where is the good in goodbye.

If memories lying on the floor like pieces of a jigsaw-puzzle…

If you suddenly realize that actually you have so much to say, but now it´s to late

Then you ask yourself: Where is the good in Goodbye.

 

If your smile congeals and you suddenly understand why Lappland longs for the sued…

If the Feeling of everything you have to do in the spite of the Lost you have to take crushing you down…

Then you ask yourself: where is the good in Goodbye.

 

If the rain sounds like a river

If your mind drifts off and you can´t stand on your own feet anymore…

than you ask yourself: where is the good in Goodbye.

 

 

You ´re swimming in the sea of thoughts
and everything goes on and on, wether you want or not…

The sight to the fore is to nebulous

but one time the fog will clear away and the period after the time you were full of dolor begins

this period won´t retain your loss

but perhaps, this period is the Good in Goodbye…