Different
An other day.
Searching for your kiss.
Found it
almost
on her lips.
She asks me
why I am so sad.
Her eyes,
not yours
are searching my face
for a clue.
Starring at my
reflection
within her eyes.
Can't remember...
Who is this boy?
Where does he belong to?
Her hand on my cheek.
So patient.
I know, you'll be late
for dinner.
Maybe, I should ask her
for an other dance-
Lost myself in a daydream.
So afraid to wake up.
Hiding my face under her hair.
So afraid to see
that she is not you.
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