And sunlight won’t shine back… Thick dark gray clouds are holding her back.
Slim times -like a well peeled apple skin- allow me to see her, calming my thirst. But the pollution joins the persistent clouds.
And the selfish fear grows in me… the big new fear of one day not seeing her again, for as long my time is time in this life. What life? Without sunlight, I’ll kiss it goodbye.
Not strong enough to shine trough it all. Sunlight, I’m all confused, lost in the dark.
He didn’t wake up one day… When the sunrays came to the window pane, no eyelids blinked back at them.
It was fast and sudden. So sudden, as the impossible always happens. It was a breath taken in the water, in a dream, with silver fish sailing around.
The quietness was not disturbed, the numbness of the crickets’ sounds danced the same way; the starry sky did not turn pale; the air’s density changed for a fraction of second, and the same after that, it remained.
He died, in the dark, with no one aware of the event. No one shed a tear, no one knew; and all because the tears were cried too much in the past.