I'm sitting in the midst of summer
Wondering if it's right to long for winter...

I miss a lot of things that I can't have back
Like the flea market and my checked backpack,
Not worrying who I will be
Asking Peter please take me

The brown, green meadows, the lukewarm rain
I can't remember where I've been
When problems seemed so far away
When I talked to the sky and I believed.

It's so late at night,
It's almost dawn,
Can I just stay,
And sit with you in the dark?

I envy your stories,
I wonder if you could share them,
Or should I just be quiet,
And slowly take a step back?

I always get so scared,
I hate to see you crying,
But guess this is what happens,
When it's late and your dreams are unwinding,

And there is nothing you can do about it.

You are always trying,
I can't leave You I won't deny it,
It is a prison for two,
Now, everything I see is blue,

It is now so crystal clear,
This place for me is always dear,
I can find You, forever here,
I won't look for a better sphere,

So here goes nothing,
My favorite times,
Old gray walls and seacliffs, tides,
Where old men live and young ones die,

I know I can't win but I'll always try.

Emptiness,
Like seeing a crowd knowing you are not there.

Happiness,
Rereading those words you once said.

Loneliness
Wondering in the places we used to visit.

Sadness,
Forgetting your voice, memories that are missing.

Darkness,
Talking to you, even though you might not hear it.

Fakeness,
Telling myself that one day I won't feel it.