The first Christmas without you,
A date you loved so much,
Now you're gone,
And I look through your gallery,
Thinking of your last Christmas.
People tell me how I cope with the pain,
The truth is I don't,
I have a great ability sometimes
To block my emotions,
But they always find a small space,
Enough to not forget anyone,
We walked lost through Ollantaytambo,
Laughing worried about not knowing where to be.
I console myself thinking that time doesn't really exist,
And if it does, you still exist somewhere in space-time,
You and all the people who left me.
And I hope when I end my life,
And I am free from the current self and consciousness,
I can travel with to any place and time
And be happy with everyone, with you,
For eternity, my dear friend.
(Dedicated to krezz)
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