It’s you

I see her again, that girl.She is sitting, her hair being a mess.Her eyes are red from tears,mouth wrinkled. Rubbing her now dry eyes,she stood up.She fixed her hairand wore a smile. I decided to approach her.Closely, closer, and closer.She also turned and faced me.In the same way, she walks toward me. I reach out my hand,and so did she.Our hand touched each other,that cold … Continue reading It’s you