Late at night
After midnight
I am here
With my cup of coffee
With all the sounds in my head
With all the fantasy
The mystery
I sat there under the moon
Under those three lined stars  that I like
Under that cold  breeze
I am here
With a gale of thoughts
I wish they are just like that breeze
Come and go before you know it
And between all the thoughts
Between all the words
“  Y o u  “   came
With all the memories
That were here
In a dark room
In the back of my head
Waiting for the nice cold wind
To stimulate the memory
With sadness
With the  hope of having it back
To have me back
The old  unbroken me