The separation around us.

Looking over a calendar of your gloomy days of the separation.
Thinking about the eternity of every minute.
Knowing, but can't change it.
It looks like something invisible, something incomprehensible for our mind, but so clearly for our soul.
These days are full of darkness, alarm, sleepless nights. It is the best minute, when it is the last, but before that, there are so many minutes, countless minutes.

The hardest is: to realize that the end can be different...
And someone was waiting too... But the results were... They didn't return!