I hear my own steps. They are too loud. I know the alleys are not as harmless as they may seem. Funny, remains me of you. But I know I am stupid to keep on thinking about it. I should let you go.
Yes, I wait, I still wait for your last word. Wait for your good-bye. I wont get it. I know that. But I can still dream.
I walk as if sleeping, not seeing either side of the street. Missing the low murmurs. Missing the watchful eyes. Not listening, not seeing, missing. All my live I have been missing things. Little, little, little things. Nothing important. Nothing. And yet all these little things made me break. Made me die inside. And dead I am walking through the streets not hearing the whispers not seeing the shadows, at my side. Just walking, walking, walking an endless dream of pain. But I do not say you are the cause of all my misery. I say your missing last words are killing me. And I smile. While walking with open eyes into a trap. Deadly, deadly, deadly trap. Who said it would kill me? I wasn't able to die anyway. Partly because I already was. Maybe because you killed me. Killed, killed, killed me. Dead soul. Dead, dead, dead, I am loosing it!
Someone stepped onto a stone. I heard it. The stone rolled down the dark alley. Down to me. I stared blankly at it. Then I looked up. Not even bothering to wonder if I was in danger. I didn't care. I remember you swear you would stay. Maybe that broke me. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Everything seems slow. Time doesn't count anymore. I see them. Staring at me. As if I was their pray. Briefly I wonder why I think these strange thoughts.
…But it didn't last.
Nothing did.
You didn't say anything.
I didn't answer.
You didn't.
And I died.
What a pity.