DUSK IN WOUNDS

It’s already the three hundred and sixtieth twilight.
I always remember. One evening on December 29th,
In 2020.
You sent me a photo of a red rose.

At that time his eyes lit up.
I wondered to myself.
Is this really a beautiful rose?
sent to me?

Now. . . . I’ve been waiting so long
It’s as if you’re standing in the silence of the wind.
You were ever present like a lantern
A lifeline that is riddled with sorrow

What will I say if you don’t come back?
that’s my luck.
I can only hope.
A miracle may come to me someday.

Just so you know,
I don’t expect anything from you.
Just friendship. . .

The bubbling of my longing has slowly cooled down…. dry, as dry as my memories which now don’t expect any more memories
You left me and continued on your way,
How short time is,
Days change and seasons pass.
You are no longer there….😭

However
There is always a longing to look after you
No matter how weak the vibrations comb my inner voice.
You are always on my mind and always stop by in my dreams.💖🥀😭