How would a day in your life without you?

The mornings would be too heavy. Let me know I could not hear your smile anymore. I would tremble through our blanket, searching for touch among drops of tears. I would open the window, because the heart is closed without a voice. I would enjoy the rain, I would gather the drops that fall into my hand. I would put them now to my chest and wash my cheeks. I would wear the clothes you liked. I would smell like a maddle, imagining my fingers moving under the blouse. I would light cigarettes and smoke them half, for the soul hung up and sighs. And I'd see you in the smoke that's moving away.

I would run across the streets like a crazy man looking for meaning and I would look for you as much. In all the people that seem to me now identical. I would have gone to our café. Where we were listening to the story of life. I would pass my hands through my hair and close my eyes. Believing that you are the man who spoils me. I would endlessly laugh with the being. Dreaming at how you laughed with me. And I would like to go back home, hoping to find you there. On the doorstep that smells like you. I've been hindered by the threshold of your heart for a long time, but it was the most beautiful break in my life. You so kindly made me fall.

I would browse our album and I would kiss you in all the pictures that are crying now after love. But I would not break them. It's like I'm gonna break some pieces out of me. I will choose one and stick it to my heart. Looking at the clock that's not my friend anymore. If I could, I would stop him. I would put the tongues back and I would argue with them. And the night would be sighing. I would sit in our bed and wish I could fall asleep. So fast. I, our picture, a shabby bed of hands shouting and You ... in memories.

How would a day in your life without you? Would not be. Because your place was and is ... beside me!