I often have this dream, this dream that never ends in my mind. It loops endlessly in my thoughts. This dream that only wakes me up to put me back to sleep, and I fall asleep to dream it again.
I see myself with you side by side, in a car as we head to the countryside. There was our music on the radio... That music.
Yes, that music!
It reminds me of your gaze, that gaze fixed on me which said everything, with your dark eyelids and your sunny smile.
That face that took away my loneliness.
That smile that took away my despair and those eyes... Those eyes took my soul, they took my grace. To this day, I breathed only for you, I had eyes only for you... I existed only for you.
We were young and innocent, full of life, but unaware.
And in the end, we will grow old together. Anyway, I would like to die with you, in your arms.
To be buried right next to you.
And maybe... Maybe one day, yes, one day this song will be played, and I will finally have the courage...
The courage to wake up and live this dream.
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The Ghost We Left Behind
PoésieIn a world where shadows intertwine with memories, my past has cast a heavy pall over my heart, now securely locked away in an unyielding chest. I wander aimlessly, searching for something elusive-an unrecognizable figure or a flicker of hope-but t...
