"I saw you with her"
There was someone at your door
a lady in her white face
but she didn't knock
maybe she couldn't
so you never knew that she was there.
she's clenching tightly her fist
and for me,
it seems regret.
And with a careful sob
she made a silent cry
but it was never enough
for her to be heard by you
maybe because it was raining today
the storm seems to hide her
like a beautiful secret
but for me
I want him to know that she was there
I wanted to see what fear she's trying to overcome
or what kind of a woman is she
when in front of the man inside the house.
"you who live there
is she the one who left you
or
are you the one who left her?
maybe both of you run away
what kind of love
did you two have?
that you were both inside of a stormy house
but you two were different
The woman with you
broke down in front of sadness
but you,
you begged in front where the heart of you
found something beautiful
The woman with you
seems to know what fear she's holding on
but you,
you were like a lost child not knowing what scares you
and it still scares you
both of you
an existence
one outside
one inside
and you were both drowning
and both of you
cannot be saved"
I stepped out in my garden
behind of my wooden fences
I need a stone
that can reach you
and there it lies
a small one
I will hold this in my frail fingers
like my death was chasing
having one last chance
let it reach to you.
and
it
did.
.......................
You are with her
in your eyes
you speak so many
and yet you stand firm
but for a moment
when the woman sinks her head
your shoulder's move a little
as if someone was squeezing you tight
with a desperate embrace
and I see you choking
one by one
your walls were leaving you
you put the back of your arm to your face
not to attempt to hide,
only searching for your own self
in the midst of your sadness.
The woman's back
is all I could see
it was moving
closer and closer towards me
but she never reaches me
and all I could see
was your eyes
following the running footsteps
of someone who left you behind.
You stayed with her...
until she's out of sight.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Stranger
Romance"An old woman losing her will and time to write, but suddenly, a young man came by with a miracle in his hands. Will she ever be able to write again, with a passion of her old self? or time will cut her short to her grave?"
