I have died… And you are crying.
You find a quiet place where you can stay alone, and your tears are dripping from your eyes, and your heart is crying and bleeding in silence.
But I am not dead…
I approach you, and you feel gentle touch to your cheek – it’s my finger touching the tear path on it.
I can’t resist the temptation and clasp my cheek tenderly to yours – you feel the breeze drying the little stream.
You seem to feel me… You stretch your arms to embrace me.
You used to clasp me tightly to your heart and I liked it so much… but now… your arms come through me, and you catch blank space…
Another stream on your cheek… but I am here… next to your heart...
I wish I could soothe you…
I overwhelm you with myself and hear your deep sigh…
But I haven’t died… just changed…
I Haven t Died...
© Copyright: Лика Гай, 2011
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