“I started writing you this letter in autumn…”
pillow corner in my right hand
knowing
that as soon as I would wake up
it was just a dream
left hand that rubs my eyes
got up
and filled up a glass with water
as soon as the water touched my lips
remembering the moment I was kissing yours
in my dreams
immediately knowing
I wanted them to be there
for the last remaining years of my life
during my morning coffee I whispered
your name in the wind
and asked you
but what if we are wrong, about who we really are
because sometimes I feel
like an old page of an old book
broken
ripped in half
and some smudges of ink
on the bottom right corner
and you
a flower
that blooms
every day with courage
but even more magical
in the moonlight
on a dreamy autumn night
and a scar on your left ankle
it reminds me that
daydreaming
is sometimes all I need
to have a beautiful day