She always comes back to tell me the most important words. They are in her smell, they are in the rustle of leaves and the gray sky.
And she hugs me with her cold, wind and rain. To tell me again and again what I missed so much.
About what is gone and that it cannot be returned.
Still going through the days…
It seems like you have gone your own way.
And I wonder if you know,
That every day I miss you all the same. The same…
Where did this all go?
Can you come back?
Where did this all go now?!
Can you come back somehow?
9 September 2022
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