night , sleep , death and the stars

whispers

As memories come back to haunt me , I sit for just a second and stare at an old wall in the neighborhood , white and grey just like my hair ... I  watch the fading sun sinking low from the porch of my old styled

house .

reflections of  our strong love and cherry blossom trees laying on my roof , their dazzling colors glowing up with the sun .

I was reaching for my guitar , I still can remember how i used to clap my  fingers and the humming you used to make .. however , the night came down around me , it was so calm , I could see the pole star twinkling high in that deep spring sky .

I climbed to the roof like we used to do , I sleep there since the day you left , our bed seemed bigger for me .. and I was wondering , if i was destined to be alone forever ?

sleep has run out from my eyes , as they teared up . BAD HABIT .

the night is passing by , warm , starry , and nice . I listened to the whistling of the crickets until I sank in a deep sleep .

I remember you said " THAT IS SOUND OF NATURE , ITS GODS MUSIC , FOLLOW IT AND IT WILL ALWAYS TAKE YOU HOME "

and then I smiled for myself , for no reason , I MISS YOU .. 

my eyes fell into the book you were reading right before you died .