It's all gone.
A few weeks later, and I'm still here, standing still...counting.
I count the days, the hours passing, the distance, the tears, the sunsets, the lights at the port, the melodies that can't be heard anymore...you.
I count you in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my everything...and everything looks different.
I left once again, convinced that i should have stayed there forever. Sound asleep on the bed of your eternal peace, haunted by the depth of your look...I knew. I knew I couldn't ask for more.
And then suddenly, one day, I opened my eyes in fear. The screaming monsters of an old alarm clock took my dreams away.
Darkness all over me.
And the things I used to love the most have become distant, causing pain. Your face is starting to fade and the taste of your kiss is now far from memorable.
...As for me, every night is pretty much...this night...Walks on the beach, music, a piece of paper and a pen that struggles to fit all my memories in a few lines.
I whisper " I miss you" every now and then, hoping that my voice will get to you some day
