It's Gone

It's Gone....
With a luggage on my bag,
I walk through this little door,
a little door made of wood. 
Sit in the corner, trying to get a little rest,
little rest from this heavy,
heavy luggage on my bag.
And there is you.
Yeah, you just passing by...
Who are you?
What is your name?
Do I know you?
Because it feels like we met before
like I know you from million years ago.
I follow your slow little steps.
Where are you going??
Will we meet again??
Or it just me with someone who passing by...
Me with stranger I known for million years...     
 
It becomes lighter when I see you.
The luggage on my shoulder is getting lighter when you near me.
Every sadness and trouble I've been through, it just dissapear...
Hand of time stops.. Earth is stop rotating...
Then, you left
You are gone.
What have I done??
Is it a dream???
No, it is not a dream.
It's you,
the familiar stranger...
You are gone,
and it's gone.