When I step into that room when we first met
I was scared to even talk. But we learned to get alone.
It was so funny when we made fun of my dad.
We use to play games together. We were so young.
We were only 5 and 3. I didn't know that when I stepped
Out of that hospital room I would never see you again.
If I knew that I would have at least said my last goodbye
Now when I write this I wonder are you still out there somewhere.
Are you living? Or are you in a place where there is darkness and it is dirty?
I want to talk to you one last time. To know if you are still in this world.
With me. Thinking, breathing, talking, wondering the same about me.
You probably don't remember me but I don't care. I still have you in my mind.
But every day I wonder where you are and...
Where the heart is