Window

Behind the curtains, when I open the window, I see a bright day full of joy and ultimate satisfaction beyond anything that can be described. A promising future in which no trace of grief can enter. Every second is happier than the previous. Nothing is able to stop what is going to happen for sure. Clear are the moments that makes me fly far above anything. But, as many times as I try, I am weaker in finding you in such a beautiful dream. All this delight is colorless without you, like a smile that always remains on the face an never finds its way to the heart.

I wish you were there.

The day is over. I close the window. During the night all I see is an artificial faded dream of what that could have been an everlasting reality if I had paid enough attention to your words and less floated in ongoing partial pleasures.