I'll never get to know, but I just feel you were sad at the time, didn't know how to deal with me, but I held your hand and we watched the sunset, and I felt your pain kind of fading. That was yesterday, this is today, and as I watch the night falling in I feel your aged hand, now it is you holding my hand. Knowing this is a feeling, that will knock my head off from time to time, I want to flow and melt, because I live from memories, and memories will keep me alive until I am gone and I encounter you again, waiting for me, not to catch up, just to hold my hand again, while I walk next to you, in a dream in which I use to lie to my self, in a dream where we walk toward the same old beach, to watch again that magnificent sunset, on that beach where my memories will come back together in fragments, in emotional echoes, after all, everything turned out to be alright. After all you cared for me, but I was that extra icing on top of the big cake, just a little much to handle properly.
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