I would have wished your departure to be a labyrinth with no exit

I would have wished your departure to be a labyrinth with no exit, To feel how each step of yours futilely fights against the longing that does not yield. Every sleepless night, until the morning embraced us with its warm rays, I knew, you were there, a participant in our ephemeral paradise. Ah, if only you had left a clue that the traces of my caresses on the back of your hand Would be replaced by another dream creator, by other fingers, what other world they would build. And then I would have known how to forget, to erase every memory and coffee stain from the abandoned cup, Which you left forgotten, a prisoner between the cupboard walls, still bearing your cold kiss. I wouldn't have prayed for the peace of a goodbye, If I had known that every heartbeat would become a verse dedicated to you, An unspoken song of the soul, in secret, to you. Surely, one day my stars will become a voice, bearers of confidences across time and space, They will speak to you with the sweetness of lost nights, with the testimony of a love eternally written in the firmament.