2018.07.12.
The last page
He put his clothesIn his suitcase
He put the suitcase
In his car
He put the car in the street
With my stuff, he returned
He drank his last coffee with me
He put down our pictures
Without talking to me
Without looking at me
He put on the fire
He put the pictures with our smiles in it
He put his ring deep in his pocket
Without talking to me
Without looking at me
He stood up
He put a letter on the table
He took his keys in his hands
Because he was walking to his car
And he left in the early morning
Without a word
Without looking at me
And I, I took the letter in my hands
And I knew that I just read the last page of our story