I moved away (three months) after we´d gotten together

I thought we´d make it through..

we lasted (two months)...

we´d written each other every day

it was almost the same as it had been

then you were gone

all I had were my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes and fears

I cried on my moms shoulder

she said I´d been brave

-I thought I´d been stupid...-

you went for it , she said, even when you knew we were leaving

maybe she was right but I still felt stupid

you wrote me

(as though nothing had happened)

as if the year and a half of silence didn´t change a thing

like you´d just jumped over the time barrier

I was happy

happy to be able to hear your voice

(even after so long)

I thought you´d changed, grown

lived , felt and understood

but then you asked , can you send me a pic

and I said I looked the same..

but you still wanted a picture..

I send you one ,only because I thought you´d grown (it wouldn´t matter)

I guess you are still that 15 year old boy

the one that kissed me and told me he loved me

but never said goodbye

never let me say goodbye

Goodbye

P.S.

I wrote this..

to tell our tale

the one of happiness and silence

of my openess and your hollowness..