Imagine the life we could have had
staring at the ceiling in no existing time
not feeling happy neither sad
irrational the rational trying to find the rhyme
Maybe a song to say goodbye
A broken image of tear drops
All my dreams my high hopes
memories in the sky
A field
A forest
A windy coast
Apple and cinnamon
Flowers and wine
The lake
The mountain
The sweetest kiss
flown away
like autumn leaves
Empty and numb
still try to smile
can't even cry
I think.
I die
I die
