THE MIRROR

It wasn´t the first time they were affraid of destiny, have to move on, and learn from time when it´s all done. Feel her presence is a constant in his life, now that any game includes a knife. Closed his eyes and the images came to his mind, after all he knows she´s one of a kind. Walking slowly through silent roads, wandering always when calm will calm to those. Every image has her scent, impossible to to doubt it, just wish her well. Bringing flowers as a gift, hoping the good side of him never ends it´s shift. No place to go back, just build a new home, forever scared to be alone. Eating apples in the middle of the night, wishing to fall asleep and end that stupid fight. Searching to find a quiet piece of land, where he can be free to hold her hand. Where art is the way, is all around, get rid of that damn silence, where her tunes are the only sound.