Our walk

You walk

I walk

Life goes on

Creating memories all along

You stop

I walk on

That empty bench

This bench no longer sustains our vulnerabilities. 

This bench does not speak to us anymore.

I find you

In stillness and in motion

In darkness and in light

I find you

You are so naive

Leaf kites

My leaf kites are filled with memories,

With feelings never being told,

If they fly to you, catch them quick,

Else they already have a place in my balcony.