Passersby of light

Some people
Don't come to stay...
They come to light a path
Then they disappear.
They enter your life quietly,
Like a flash, like a night breeze,

They sit close to your soul for a while,
They laugh with you,
They touch something inside you
That no one has ever known before.

They don't need promises,
Or long conversations,
Their mere presence
Was enough
To teach your heart the meaning of kindness,

And remind you that the world
Still holds goodness
Despite all the weariness
Then they leave...
Not because they wanted to part,

But because their role ended,
Just as a song ends
Even though we long to hear it
Again.

And they leave you different,
More mature,
More serene,
As if they told you without saying a word:
"Some light is not lived, but appreciated...

Then it is kept in the heart."