Let me inhale the air that you give,
feed off the energy you transport,
watch the pulsating colors you share,
one more moment.
The wind is gradually picking up now,
nonchalantly pushes at my back,
earliest warning of your departure.
There is no weeping,
for you to stay.
the same manner in which you came.
I’ll remain patient.
And in anticipation of your return,
you will be missed,