I moved away (three months) after we´d gotten together
I thought we´d make it through..
we lasted (two months)...
we´d written each other every day
it was almost the same as it had been
then you were gone
all I had were my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes and fears
I cried on my moms shoulder
she said I´d been brave
-I thought I´d been stupid...-
you went for it , she said, even when you knew we were leaving
maybe she was right but I still felt stupid
you wrote me
(as though nothing had happened)
as if the year and a half of silence didn´t change a thing
like you´d just jumped over the time barrier
I was happy
happy to be able to hear your voice
(even after so long)
I thought you´d changed, grown
lived , felt and understood
but then you asked , can you send me a pic
and I said I looked the same..
but you still wanted a picture..
I send you one ,only because I thought you´d grown (it wouldn´t matter)
I guess you are still that 15 year old boy
the one that kissed me and told me he loved me
but never said goodbye
never let me say goodbye
I wrote this..
to tell our tale
the one of happiness and silence
of my openess and your hollowness..