Walking through the dark forest
I heard rustling leaves
I tried to speed up
But then
I hear a familiar voice
Calling my name
My real name
The name no one knew
Except for him
Could it be
Is he really back
Tears of happiness well up in my eyes
Before I turn around
And find nothing
But the whistling wind
Suddenly tears of joy transformed into tears of sorrow
And I continued walking
Towards the cliff
YOU ARE READING
Letters to them
PoetryJust a few poems and some short stories I wrote when I couldn't sleep
