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End of April.

The day we started

to really know each other.

Have you ever thought about this?

Heavy rain,

like today.

It’s dark and cold, but you are here

next to me,

talking to me.

And you liked me.

You loved me.

I didn’t even know that.

You waited for me

to see my face

in the evening.

You touched my hand

like you were trying to say something.

But we both know the rules.

I started, but you are ending.

Your world,

my world,

is too far to be.

A lot of times I dream about you,

about your funeral.

It breaks my heart

because I don’t want you to be alone on your last day.

I want to look at your face,

your eyes, before they really close.

Anyway,

the fairy tale keeps writing.

A new story.

A new way.

A new life.

Without me.