I'm still waiting for you to tell me that I'm good.
You see, I haven't called or written for half a year.
It's snowing, and I have a one-way ticket in my pocket.
People want to erase the past, I wouldn't erase it.
Such love as we have, probably only in books.
You say & quot;move Away", you come up and ask to be closer.
All these years waiting and thinking " We are not alone".
Now I know " Some" or just I do not see something.
Show me.
Tell me.
P. S. 19. 11. 2019.