May 24, 2008
My face begins to feel wet.
Are these the tears from that one tragic night?
Why is it suddenly so cold?
The rapid beating of my heart
seems in wanting of leaving my chest
You promised me that
you will come back, right?
But why
does this feel like a dream, that year
the day I broke apart?
Joy turned into crimson pain
I was not able to go back to that night;
you were lying on the chilly cold road
and with me, next to you
quietly, waiting for a miracle –
For you to wake up.

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