I wrote this poem, for noone in particular, just a feeling that passed through my heart (or my brain?)


If I had a little bit more time,
I would collect all the falling leaves
Leaves of memories, those that never fade
But had never been understood

Stories that flow from the stars
For you, and me
Always so close, so near, so far
Stories that keep us apart
Perhaps we have never realized what made the longest path

If I had a little bit more courage
I would tell you when it started
I fear the end, too late…

Stories that keep us together
Fun, laughter, tears
Ignorance that changes us, in every way
Not just in me, you
In all of us ignorance stays.

No explanation, no anger, no dispute
Just the force of time…
We do not comprehend your disappointment, my feeling… a mess
Thinking we care less

Memories of friendship that last
Never said, never felt, never really understood
Do they really belong to the past?