She wakes me to say nothing… She doesn’t come by anymore.

I am tired of this dance.

“What are you doing she asks?”

‘I am waiting for you to grow up. ‘ I think.

I stay mostly silent.

What would be the purpose of words?

I love her smile and to watch her walk is like great song. There were brief moments of something long gone. I tried, but relationships are in in the rearveiw now.