I promised myself
I wouldn't write about you.
Not a sinlge line.
But you know,
I still keep that picture
in the second drawer
of my night table.
I stil try to find
what is not there.
desperatly
I still hold my pillow at night
pretending it's you.
I allow myself to sin
(way too much)
but maybe in that way
it will all get out my mind
someday,
somehow.