Where Are You?
Where Are You?
The walk brings us back here
Nice, this park, the bench is empty
Where are you? I can’t find you
You sit there, I imagine it
I believe it, I sit beside you
I keep your hand, loved your eyes
Oh, fantasy! I am sick
Continue walking, continue
Alone, alone, alone…
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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