On a moonlit night, listening to stories untold…
Or a warm summer morning, like melted gold..
The rusty old shoes, the same necklace of pearls..
The same old songs and her hair in perfect curls..
In the deafening peace of a snowy winter night..
The clock ticked louder, reminding of it’s might..
But everything at the sea was forever changing..
Change is life, thus the old man loved kayaking..
I run through the cold nights, barefeet..
Cheeks kissed by ice demons..
Searching every park and lake..
I see you in everything, for a moment..
Then you disappear, with the fog I exhale..
For years I tried,
in the middle of the night..
At a lonely lake…
On a summer morning..
With a cup of tea…
Looking through pictures..
Going through your books..
Smelling your shirt..
Giving away your bike..
but failed to put you