Dear you,

That day we spent talking over coffee was the best day of my life. I heard all about your new life, the places you've been. Norway, Sweden, Japan, England, Russia, America, it never ends.

You asked about me but there was nothing to tell. I've done nothing with my life.

"Don't you still dance?" You asked.

I don't. I can't find the passion I once had again. I don't sing anymore either.

I looked away and I'm sure you knew.

But you smiled. "That's okay. You do what you really want to."

I want to dance. I want to sing. I want to live.

But my heart isn't in any of it. My heart is with you, and I don't know why but I can't let you go.

You don't know this. I don't tell you.

You just smile, blind to everything going on within the dark depths of my heart and mind.

-P.JM