Under Your Tree

The leaves were falling, lonely. It seemed to her they were covering the memories and not the ground. It seemed to her his eyes were looking at her again. His voice echoed in her head. She closed her eyes and leaned on the tree.
She remembered those nights... the last she spent with him. Those nights when he was sleeping in her arms and she was guarding his sleep. The fears down deep stirred. "What if you don't ever see him again? What if you don't have the chance to tell him? What if he laughs at you?"
She looked at the rising sun. For a moment she wished he was there, next to her. Then the wish went away and tears and desperation came in its place.
- There's nothing good in this morning. - she turned her head away. - Why did it have to go this way? I'm tired, I can't go on anymore... I don't have strength...

Memories flooded her mind. It was as if they were competing which will make her suffer more. And all were with him. All of a sudden everything went quiet... a small voice deep inside her started whispering: "You found a warm heart. Heart, that will welcome you. Trust your desires. Let him find shelter under your tree. Let him stay here. He always liked this place. Let yourself belong to him. Let this place belong to him."
- One day, when everything was falling apart like a snowflake on my palm, you gave me your heart and stole mine. But is your heart mine? Will I ever have the strength to tell you how much I love you... will you have the strength to answer me back?

26.05.2007
Replica