• i8_m54r 10w

    The ballad of an old man I saw walking on the street

    I would leave you notes in places where you will never look.
    The cobbled lanes where you would have danced under the street lamp on our way back home.
    In the coffee cup in which you would have drank morning teas.
    I leave you notes in places where you have never been.
    Inside a crack on the wall which I would have caused, in a house which would have been our home.
    Inside my closet, which never kept your clothes.
    I would leave you notes in places where you will never look.
    In a book that I had bought for you or upon the desk.
    I leave you notes that says words like these-' I kneel down and I hold two branches that resemble your hands!; I kiss your knees and think about all the places we would go'.
    ©i8_m54r