Days become brighter
           When your heart shows it's beauty
                             From inside.

Winter breaks slowly through
while th colours of the paintings change.

Some birds sing their last tune of the day
as I take another sip of lukwarm coffee.

Dust flies around and sun rays cross the hall
when I hear your voice die on the other end of the phone.

The wooden floor under my feet is slightly bent
due to the shuffle of people over the years.

Yet it was the sullen silence that made me realize that
even the memories are fading away.

The heaviness of air
Pressed a little bit harder
On the hole in my chest
When I laid there,
Beaten speechless
By my own words
That were not yet cold

Now that I mount back toward happiness,
I ask myself
Will it ever be the same again

Even these days I find myself
Writing words with tears on paper
I'm asking myself

Because you are still the surviver
Of more than one line

He won't show
She don't want him to know
Together they make a Nirvana song