That dream we used to dream together
Sun was
in the middle of the sky, so low on the horizon and so close to the ground as
if it wanted to touch it and warm it a little more – exactly like in any other
winter day. Weak, pure white light was nearly everywhere. The snow beneath my
feet was crispy, and I was still; there was no movement, only chilling breath
filling my lungs. I stood tall and defeated in front of a shoe store, waiting
for her.
Suddenly,
I noticed her pale shadow as a reflection in the glass. She approached me with
some form of smile on her pretty face. I still looked at her image in the
window with craving in nostalgia, as if she was made of that dream we used to
dream together.
She got
close, real close behind me… I could feel her warm breath on my frosty naked
neck. My fallen angel, my lost princess – that naked love I felt no more…
Lost in
the middle of that cruel frosty winter day, I turned around to kiss her in the
cheek, and her figure slowly disappeared right in front of my eyes. I tried to
hold her, but my hands passed through her. Her appearance became paler than her
reflection in the shop window. Somehow she disappeared into nothingness right
in front of my eyes.
So, my
eyes became full with tears, and I said it was the cold to blame for… I
deliberately lied to her, my treachery knows no bounds…
I like that piece very much ! Very illusionary )
ReplyDeletewinter frost fills me with... nostalgia... treachery...
DeleteEmotion provoking
ReplyDelete... emotional, as always
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