dear you,

I don't want to end things on goodbyes.

So maybe, 

just like how the sky always greet me with 

promising

soothing 

cool wind of air 

whenever I step outside,

I'll swiftly wave my hands to you,

with a reassuring gaze,

pleading eyes..

craving to see you again,

whenever we have to part our ways,

every end of the day.