This time the winter seems
incredibly long.
Terribly long.
Terribly long.
Due to the cold my house
keeps cracking, moaning the warmth, keeping me up at night.
I try to focus on reading
the book, to forget the past, that once I loved the winter, that once
I used to be part of his life.
But something keeps
distracting me.
It is barely noticeable.
Little feet keep
dribbling, running away from something, reminding me of the life,
that once I was used to love.
Even after a long time the
dribbling won't seem to stop.
Getting curious I stand up
and go to the upper floor, ready to find the source.
Surprisingly I just
encounter empty, dusty rooms.
But even though the
memories keep lingering in there, reminding me that once I was used
to share this house.
While questioning my own
sanity, the dribbling gets louder and the windows start rattling.
When will the past stop
haunting me?
When?!
Feeling alerted I turn
around to investigate the bathroom.
As soon as I opened the
door I realize, that the source of the sound is right in there.
Again.
And it is alive.
Still.
In disgust I shut the
door.
My eyes.
Only to realize, that it
will never stop.
That it will always be
part of my life.
That my life will always
be like a merry-go-around.
That I will never be able
to escape the eternal loop.
Until I'm brave enough to
let him go.
