Until we meet

There is nothing harsher than the moments of farewell.. to touch even the walls in your home as a farewell to her, to take a last look at your mother's face and eyes, her mouth and cheeks, and all her details, to throw yourself into her arms, certain of you that it is farewell, that you will not cry forced, and moan your pain. It keeps you broken; Just because you are on the cusp of death, close to a life in which you are alone, and you do not realize any of its details except that it is th...