Morning

Waking up,

Painful eyes,

Thoughts of dreams,

Fly,

Trough my mind.

 

I look to the other half,

Of our bed.

It’s empty,

I see a small,

White peace of paper.

 

Why.

Is it that you’re leaving?

Is it…

Many thoughts…

 

Written on it is,

One word,

Love

~ door jantjewil op september 2, 2008.