i’m sorry (23/03/2007)
He stood there, still
At the corner of fake pine tree
Under the orange-colored sky
Defining life
And the chronicles of trust
He was there, stood still
I can hear every pulse of the heart is broken
How vast the feeling goes by
It was like a bluebird in the sky
And now, here is the sky without a bird
No blue, only gray
He still there, standing
Trying to catch my eyes
Flashlights
Filled the empty room in his head
An echo of what he thought
My memories, erased.
