He speaks in past tense. In silent words he faintly remembers having owned them once. He rekindles the black and white memories. They wink at him. He stares back at them. Eyes fixed and motionless. The view is utterly blank. Either way.
He then longs for it:
The sound of her voice
The sunset walk
Together
No longer able to pretend all is not well, he looks up at the moving stars in the dark sky. The stars see him before he sees them. Blinded by time, heart-weary by the empty spaces and the unfilled gaps, he stretches his both hands to feel what is not there.
The cold breeze wakes him up
Carrying pieces from the past
He closes his eyes
To see all that’s left
He then longs for it:
The sound of her voice
The sunset walk
Together
No longer able to pretend all is not well, he looks up at the moving stars in the dark sky. The stars see him before he sees them. Blinded by time, heart-weary by the empty spaces and the unfilled gaps, he stretches his both hands to feel what is not there.
The cold breeze wakes him up
Carrying pieces from the past
He closes his eyes
To see all that’s left
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