How does it feel to touch your face again...
Trying to find that one memory
US
There was not - us
It was you - holding me in my thoughs
And me - wondering around your words
You were there, and again you were missing.

Are you happy - you are asking me.
talking about happines
while cooking pumpkin soup
Washing my hands from onion,
Cutting the carrot
The day was sunny
And we were sitting at the corner of the coffee shop, talking small talks, starring in the distance
maybe I'll said I am happy

I am old and tired - you said
Deeply In my heart
you are perfect

You sound sad- you said
this filling that tears me apart
it is not that you are leaving
it is because I am staying

In parallel universe
Our thoughts are intercepting
Empty streets
Cold Wind
Trees are shaking
Or is that my heart beating