When I'm with you

it feels like Holy Week.

The solemn silence

and the giving up

of what I'm used to.

It's full of sitting down,

being shushed

and being careful.

"Bad things happen during Holy Week", they say.

It's being scared something bad is going to happen

to everything good. I'm always scared

of what monster we're going to face next,

of what nightmare can ruin this daydream of ours.

But the week passes

and ends with Easter,

full of hope and blessings

tomorrow can bring.

The dreadful night is over

and nothing but the daylight

through our windows

is seeping in.