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.
Author's Note
Written while listening to Leonard Cohen's "Famous Blue Raincoat."
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