IN THE NIGHT

Is always by night that
the memories live a neverending rewind
that brutally is driven away without mercy
by the light of the dawn
leaving that familiar emptyness full of tears
and the dispair never shouted.
I am thinking about you my love
and the night bring me your words.
Suddenly
I want to frozen those shadows and echos
and vanishing forever in the night.

© Diana Mistera 2011