Every parting means a meeting elsewhere.
Someday we will change into two people that pass like the seasons
Even if there will be nights when you will be frozen from sadness
Nothing will ever end
In a deep dream.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
To say goodbye is to die a little.
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away - and leaves behind only silence.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.