silence

This is one of those mornings...
When i wake up and some things remind me of you.
It feels like you are here with me,
So close, so tight and the warmth...
The “Lost” song and the silence,
The breath on my neck,
Fingers through my hair...
I sit, and stare at things.
Try to convince ownself of loneliness.
But then there’s a hug from my back
And kisses and words of “Morning...” and “Love you...”.
The “Lost” song still here, either does the silence.
Then there are whisperings around.
Of words.
Calling me. Laugh at me.
And sadness comes.
I can not stand the sounds,
So i invite the sun to shine in.
It’s so bright outside, but my darkness refuse to go.
I hear someone cries.
Then i feel the tears down my cheeks.
I pray for mother, and father, angd brother.
Don’t want to bother to pray for the old love that remains young.
‘Amen’ it was, then a cup of coffee.
‘Amen’ it was, then i take the brushes.
Paint some colors.
Turn out to be you.
Throw the canvas, anger comes.
How can you do such things?
Control me with your presence without even being here?
I have to go.
And if it’s you that i’ll see when it’s time to get back,
I’ll be the one who make you go.
In silence.