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 .
YOU ARE READING
night , sleep , death and the stars
Poetrythe more we live the more things we leave behind