Letters to sacred

I traveled around the childhood with you,

I smiled, laughed, cried and hated with you,

I changed everything to be like,

And everything was good – or wasn't?

I don't know why, I don't know how,

But everyting has changed. Still I want

the old movie nights, the old story nights,

I miss you and I miss everything and I bet

That you haven't seen the changes,

Exactly like you won't even see my death.

M.