I look at your feet and see they walked the same streets like mine.
I look at your hairs and I see them rumpled and lost.
With my fingers I comb my own hair and see some of them lost in my hand.
I look in your eyes and I see all the tears,
which have the same colours like mine.
The same taste.
I look in your heart and I see your decision was love!
Not money or some condition behind.
You would have gone anywhere.
I look in my heart, and I start to cry.
My body fall down and I want to break.
I wish to dissapear.
I wish to die.
But then I feel the beat of my heart.
The same beat like yours.
I start crying.
I feel the colours of you.
I understand your art.
I see your light in my heart.
I feel it in my total body.
My body almost explodes.
And I feel an angel taking my hand.
Whispering, to get up.
And to listen:
And then, I hear you crying.
I hear your steps.
I open my eyes.
I look in your face.
And I see myself.
inspired by christine