I remember the moment you left,
At the security door.
I said I love you.
You kissed me. Your lips were cold.
You walked toward the door; I was just looking at you, wish you can turn around.
I knew if you turn around, maybe you will stay.
It is an old story now.
I imagine the moment you arrive.
At the security door.
I will say I love you.
We will kiss. Our lips will be warm.
We will walk toward the door, looking in front us, enjoying our union.
We don’t know where we will go, it won’t matter, we are together.
It is a story to be written.