21/09/19 15:00

 The hearth is glowing
 The water is boiling
 The cat is purring.
 

 Are you ready to come back home?
 

 Some said the war is over.
 Others wrote the war is just starting.
 All sighed and trembled.
 

 Where are you now dear?
 

 I can’t touch you.
 I cant reach you.
 I can’t breathe you.
 

 I ask for a dream so that I can 
 

 Embrace you.
 Hold you.
 Keep you safe. 
 

 But no dreams come anymore.
 

 You are truly lost in the mist.
 You are truly engulfed in the sea.
 You are truly burred within yourself.
 

 You pulled up your boots.
 You pulled down your shirt.
 And you closed the door.
 

 Where, where are you?
 How, how are you?
 When, when will you return?
 

 The wind follows your gait.
 The tempest covers your footsteps.
 The rain puddle up your path.
 

 You cannot be found.
 You will not be found.
 

 As I close the door,
 Pour the tea,
 and stoke up the fire,
 

 I remind myself :
 

 You’re the one who left.
 You’re the one who choose to leave.
 You’re the one who chose to never speak of it.
 

 I’m the one who chose 
 

 To keep the light on.
 To keep the songs up.
 To keep the fire…
 

 Until you return.
 

 No promises,
 You always keep your promises.
 

 No letter,
 You never write back.
 

 No sign of life,
 You never come back.
 

 And yet,
 
 The breeze in the golden foliage,
 The yellow tit on the branch,
 The squirrel by the pond,
 
 told me you will.
 

 And I believe,
 I must believe.
 Shouldn’t I… believe?
 

 Tell me.
 

 This is a true dream, 
 This is a true promise,
 This is a true hope,
 

 Isn’t it true?