A letter from the distant 95...

A letter from the distant ‘ 95
It isn’t in my drawer – (not) any more...
He never knew he’s still there in my life
No matter what had happened years before.

He left me in the sunshine, feeling rain
And promised he would always be my friend
He shrugged each time he heard about pain,
Saying he would never know what it meant.

‘I think he lied a bit’, - the letter used to tell,
‘I think he loved you
But somehow it all went wrong’
The letter’s gone, but I rememember well
It sounded like a wounded angel’s song .

He loved me as a child, soft and shy,
With clouds in my head, ideals bright
He held me strong under the winter sky,
He helped me in my weakness and my fright.

Ten years have passed. No memory can burn
The castle I have built around my heart...
...He said his words, but now it’s my turn
To tell him that we’ve never been apart:

However he might change, he left with me -
Forever young, hair auburn, eyes of green.
We’re still together in my sacred dream
Inseparable once
Always to be