Loneliness

You told me “It’s not him. He is dead”.

Yes, I know it. Don’t hurt me more!

But…don’t you believe in miracles…in old legends about Halloween?

A magic night to allows them to come back...

I loved him since we met and I’ll always love him.

He’s not dead but sleeping in the bottom of my heart.

And tonight I saw him!

He looked into my eye…His deeply, loving gaze

I’m sure it was him, only his appearance was different

Nobody else can have such a special gaze.

Now I’m happy

because I know I will see him next year again!

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