Autumn Morning

Be aware.
Letters without answers.
Sad smiles of
Winter.
Expected responses
never came.
The letter said ... the letter
said ... the letter said
What we did not want
hear.
Newspaper clippings
yellowish.
He still plays in the
lawn.
Every morning of
autumn never again
were the same.
I could not
forget.
There was no
reason.
Eat your eggs
before it cools down.
I remember ... I remember.
I can still hear.
In the window the drops of
Rain ran.
Sweet tears of
Winter.
I dreamed of leaving ...
I dreamed of leaving ...
I dreamed of leaving
Everything brings back someday. - Tiago Amaral