I know you from somewhere.
You are the only one of your kind where you are.
Little I know about you, where you come from, and what lies in your mind.
I know who kissed you first.
I know how hard it was for you to let go all the fear, and the uncertainty.
I know how you fell in love with the concept and the facts.
I know what you said before letting all go and stop all thinking.
I know how it all became hard, cold and distant.
I know about the tears, and the way you had to fly to a far away land to forget.
I know how history came back to you, and you surrendered to the heart.
I know at least a part of you walks everyday knowing deep inside everything that happened.
I know that as you look at me and say goodbye I witnessed it all.
I know I was not an active part of your story, but was all the time there.
I know it is time to not say a thing and just smile and nod.