Infamous colorless raincoat

Left with someone
in unison steps,
Silhouettes merged at nightfall...
colorless like your raincoat.
 
Echoes of shared laughter,
common memories,
fade into mist of a time that runs away.
 
Walk now in chosen solitude,
a return, a secret under lock and key.
The horizon keeps its silence
and the wind whispers stories with no dates.
 
He took with him secrets and silences
and the promise of a return that fades away.
 
In his chest he carries the weight of never,
and in the soul, the mark of a voiceless goodbye.
Time, on his clock, doesn't move forward
and the future is a map without us.
 
The way back is a path without footprints,
A puzzle with no pieces to find.
The traveler, now alone, on his journey
he leaves a trail of riddles in the air.
 
He will return, says the legend,
when the sun and moon exchange places.
 
The promise of return is an enigma,
a riddle woven into the destiny it traces.
Absence is the only certainty
and the wait an endless maze.
 
The way back is a mystery,
like a river that flows into the unknown.
Departed accompanied
but he will return alone.
On an uncertain day
at an unpromised moment.