Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The boy's gone

But it doesn't mean goodbye, my lover.
We're just continuing two separate journeys until we meet again.

There is not much to say.
I have your swatch watch, your hoodie and your shirts, your chilli tree, your guitar and lots of other things you've left behind that hold the smell, taste and colour of our beautiful days.
I will miss your pretty face, your hilarious jokes, your warm and firm hug, even your candles on your stock market programme, and miss coming home seeing you work on your computer in the living room, miss "gratouilling" your beard and your hair, miss hearing you call me all my funny nicknames. Actually I am already.

Take care muffin. "See you in a bit"?