Why I couldn’t write you
I’ve told you many things.
I’m never quite sure how much you hear.
I’m never quite sure how much I want you to hear.
You never heard the words I didn’t speak.
There are times, when I feel sad, that I look up at the sky above me and think about summers ago, when I stayed up late at night with friends, in the mountain summer night, telling jokes & co..
One day, a french friend of mine recounted us a brief “story” that her sister made up for…