I am looking at you form far away
and not feeling you anymore.
You look back at me
but those eyes are from a stranger.
All the tears I have cried
all the sleepless nights
distorted lullabies buried in too many whys.
And time goes by and purged.
The heart and soul heals
and I now continue my journey alone
but not lonely.
I turn for a moment and
you are like a distorted mirage
under an ash rain
I am hearing the whispers
and all I can see is a phantom
that no longer haunts me.
© Diana Mistera 13.02.2023
