Walking back home.
With pain in the chest,
Sitting on the couch without you on the lap
I wanted to visit you, but...

No more second thoughts,
I grabbed my sneakers,
Walked all way to see you
For the last time.

My hands-on the glass, while
Yours on the toy, which I brought ages ago.
Tears flooding my cheeks
When we stare at the night sky, with falling stars,
That heart knows my presence back her.
Ran towards me, only a piece of glass is between us.

I saw her breaking the glass door and jump on me as I left my last breath.

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