You look at me afraid we’re departing. I look at you with golden eyes.
“You’re leaving?”
Of course dear. I’m going home.
You look at me, wondering my next words.
“Ok, bye!”
I smile. And say, “Good bye dear friend. It means a lot to be with you during all this face mask stress. Wish you a blessed life time.”
You smile back. And the street lights gently feel the avenue. A warm breeze sweetly engulfs us, separating our worlds, as the joy finds us in some other adventure. One that the universe will make some day.