You show up here crying.
What do you tell me?
I guess that you are sad, otherwise your tears wouldn’t be as salty as sea water.
What happened? A goodbye is always harder than a see you later. Sometimes we have to make weird decisions.
Do you remember? You, with your long fingers, used to grab one of my tears and taste it, like a salinity test.
I still remember.
Now, I have your salt in my mouth.
How good it would be if only this were a dream!