I am no disciple.

 My backbone does not hold a cross

 I am a friend to the inner spirit, although.

No life lives with no essence of vitality.

I won't say a fair well.

You won't hear me say I'll see you in a harmonic paradise.

I will withhold my pain and agony.   

Cover them with warm memories, catch the echos of your laughter.

I am still uncertain of  your crisis,

but in time may I be given justification.

I will be able to look at our snapshots again.

Smile with no tears, and understand just why

you vanished without a goodbye.