It isn’t the same anymore.
Without you here,
A park is nothing,
But a lake of green grass,
But an air of shaded gloom,
Because it feels dark,
And I drown,
With memories of you,
Forcing their way into my lungs,
While I instantly forget to breathe.
I guess, in a way,
You still leave me breathless.
We used to walk here,
But I guess I should get used to this,
With this emptiness by my side;
Day by day,
Step by step.
I swear the wind sounds like you breathing,
Slowly, calmly, softly,
And it hurts,
It hurts to think of you,
It hurts to know,
That I would drop the world,
To hear you breathe one more time.
The wind still blows,
It’s as if you are filling my arms,
And I can feel you there like before,
As though you never left,
As though I could still love you,
As though I could change your mind,
As though, because it is not real,
And the wind passes by.
The park is just a frame,
One I walk by to look,
Alone and in pain,
To remember what once was.
