I’m counting every steps.
I’m catching my breath.
My heart beats like in a race.
My way is still too far to reach.
Why it is so difficult?
Month: October 2017
On having to leave without prior notice
The smell becomes a memory.
I thought I was home, but no.
I’m unwanted.
The way you called my name rang like a song.
I want to keep it from playing again and again.
But no.
Suddenly it stops.
Just like that.
Evelina Mario 