Dearest You,
Tonight I looked at the stars. I didn’t know what I was looking for; maybe your smile, your eyes. I didn’t know what I expected from them; maybe to hear your voice, your laughter.
Tonight I stared at the stars. I saw many shapes and I though of you. I was wondering where their paths led. I was wondering if there was a way to you.
Tonight face to the night sky, I closed my eyes. I stopped looking at the stars. Why? Because I couldn’t hear your voice nor your laughter. I couldn’t find your smile nor your eyes. But this picture gave me more than what I was looking for.
Tonight, behind my closed eyes I touched you. I had a connection with you. I was able to feel you. Yes I couldn’t see your picture in the sky or find my way to you thanks to the stars, but deep down, in a way it’s impossible to prove anything, the night led me to you. Behind my closed eyes I was able to see you. Your bright silhouette. I could see your eyes shine like those stars. I could see your smile as beautiful as the full moon. I could feel your soul near me.
Tonight, I could have slept on that bench, in a park, waiting for you.
Tonight, on that bench, I could have waited to hear your footsteps on the ground.
Tonight, on that bench, I could have waited to hear the wind bring me the sound of your breathing.
Tonight, on that bench, I could have waited the sun to rise.
Tonight, on that bench, I could have waited to feel you sit next to me.
The other half