He loves beautiful endings
Just as he loves longing and nostalgia
The longing for places, doors, scents, and souls
longing for many faces and abundant tears…
The longing for women who left without saying goodbye
And left black, white, and pink lilies
to remind of the taste of their kisses
he leans out from his only balcony
laughing as he raises a toast to his loss
as long as the balcony shows him what he should see.
