The memory still smiles at me
From the other side of loneliness
From the space in between
The present and the past
Of a soul dressed in black
Of a soul that has no call
Over reality or you or we.

The memory still smiles at me
From the other side of my eyes
That cannot see and cannot tell
apart colours from cries.

I miss the endless summer mornings
I miss wondering in strange places
I miss laughing blue with you like
when we lost our innocence
into the deep greenish sea.
I miss it all and still
after all this time
your memory
still smiles
at me