you know love is a strong word
things are so very strange lately
those nights where you are the only one awake
and you pick up a pen and paper and start to write
and your only source of light is the lamp over there
remember when it used to be a candle?
your bed used to be there but youve disappeared
im not quite sure where youve gone
but that note you left me that morning
all you said was
"im leaving. i love you. goodbye"
thats it..
you said nothing else
the paper was a little bit crumpled and the bed sheets were neatly folded at the end side of the bed
god i miss you
i dont even know if youre still alive but i love you
i know i shouldnt be saying that
you taught me never to use the word lightly
i was sure i loved you though
and maybe you had a little doubt in your mind
and thats why things were so strange
we met at the wrong time my dear
maybe one day, hopefully one day
years from now we will meet in a coffee shop
in a far away city somewhere and
we could give it another shot
-m.b.