Some Mornings,
I wake up crying without knowing why.
That sort of thing happens now and again.
Whatever the dream was I had,
I can never remember it.
But…
But…
The only thing that does last when I wake up,
Is a sense of loss.
Which lingers for a long time afterwards.
I’m always searching for something
Or someone.
I’ve been consumed by this feeling,
Ever since that day…
The day a star fell.
It was almost like…
Like seeing something out of a dream.
Nothing more or less…
Than a breathtaking view.
o