A separation is like when he’s smiling at me and I don’t know what he is thinking.
Then I smile back.
It’s like rain drops to the earth, makes shiny temporary spots, while we’re waiting the last drop.
Separation blocks your empty gaze.
Separation is like walking in silence with him that night.
It is like walking, still in silence, alone last night.
It is like a detained cry.
It is like you say nothing, and it is enough.
It is like to remember.
It is like to understand.
It’s like to be realistic.
It’s like missing he’s looking through my eyes.
It’s like changing too much.
It is like
waiting till tomorrow is today.
dedicated to all friends that i’m missing now, thanks for all.. yours always, Cha.
by Tesa Fiona, Dec 13th 2009