remembering, you wrote letters.... described the situation.... you said, will back home soon..... days, week. fortnight, months gone its going to be ten months..... no letters, no phone calls
last time you wrote from Paris... the date was May 13,2014...
waiting for you at breakfast table, empty chair..... half empty glass how long......this silence....
I am listening my own heart beat my own song......sinking in quick sand.