Tears sometimes come as close as the air around my eyes,
And then they fail me.
For some reason unknown,
I am left alone.
Like an abandoned old castle,
Or mebe just an old hut in a country farm.
I fail to let go.
Not just you.
Not just your memories.
Not just your voice.
But my own tears. My soul.
A comeback is a dream I dream,
With every scary night that passes.
Only to read the following morning,
How dreams are really just dreams.
Deep within there is a tavern of hope.
That will turn toxic sooner or later.
A silent death I will die then,
Like the ones buried under an avalanche.