and life has changed...
and coffee got cold

and i had no words to explain.
to you.
to myself.

and i was asking you: let me be, please.
and then i was searching for you

in hope that i could hold you in my arms for a bit more
'cause you had me in your palms anyway.

and you kept telling me to fight.

what a stupid cliché.

and i, as the naive that i was
i listened.

and you, as the lunatic you were,
you were the force i was fighting with.

what should i understand, then?


i

have

no

air

that night i held you
and your body felt so calm against mine
that i wondered

how you could sleep so tight
when there was a hurricane
rising right beside you