We chase the world of goodbye,
of ending, of parting.
The marks we left behind are
remembrance of good and bad things.
We slowly allow to partake in the
understanding of all circumstances.
The thought of work in progress
for the sake of happiness is a choice.
We reside in the belief of a faith
that can move mountains.
The remains of our love story will
never be forgotten.
We only fail to acknowledge that
we had a past of good memories.