Goodbye

There´s a certain feeling, you only experience it when you get "the call". 

That call at 2 am you don´t want to receive. 

Then everything turns gray and foggy, nothing makes sense and you start questioning if you are really awake.

You are in your black clothes, looking at him, you can´t believe it is really him, you saw him alive last night, he even said "I love you, see you tomorrow". 

His skin is gray, his lips are glued and his eyes are closed. 

You fall into the floor, you wish you could touch him and kiss him goodbye for one last time.

You already miss him so bad.

People come to you, they talk about him and how great he WAS. Was... was...

He no longer is, he was, he was... You are, he is not, he is not here, but there, in that coffin.

For some minutes you forget you are in HIS funeral, you are just surrounded by friends and family.

Then the priest comes.

Then those man come.

Then they take HIM out of the room.

It it the last time you´ll ever see his body.

You want to call him, you look for him in that room.

He is not there, they are taking him away from you.

You love him, you love him with all your body, soul and heart.

What are you going to do tomorrow?

Who are you going to call to talk about your day?

2 hours 36 minutes... then they come back with a wooden box.

He is in there.

Now it´s over.

Goodbye,

You love him forever. 

Good morning,

You miss him forever.