Today is day like everyday.
Except for that
she left me tomorrow.
She just came and said
"Stop daydraeming.
This is real.
All these things
are happening."
And she kept talking.
When silence woke me up
she was far away,
deaf, mute and blind.
yesterday she will say
that she loves me
just the way I am,
no matter what,
then and forever.
But should I care?
I am here again,
standing among flowers,
and the sky still is blue...