Mirror.
15. April 2008
The lake mirrors the trees. It’s dark, here at that place.
That lonely small lake. A place for many of my memories. Here, we, you and me, we spent so many wonderful days and nights. Here, we startet our relationship again, after that end, nobody really had wanted. Yesterday I sat there at that footbridge. The darkness walked around in a soften, silent move. I saw the sun went down. I saw the ducks swam away.
The mirror became darker and darker and everything, that’s mirrored at that lake, is something like my own memories. The memories become darker and darker. Since days it’s harder than ever to think about you. You made my live complete and you smashed all my hopes and dreams. The mirror distorted all my memories.
I sat there at that footbridge, and I waited. Waited for you. You only live metres away from that place. But I didn’t try to call you, I didn’t ring the bell. I wanted that place to be alone. Alone with my memories, with that darkness. Alone with me and the ghost of you. You were wonderful. In that mirror.
If that mirror could talk. What would it say. Wouldn’t it be nice, to hear all the stories of ourselves? Wouldn’t it be nice, if we spent some time here together. Wouldn’t it be nice, if we tried to be friends? But that mirror couldn’t talk. And down by the lake, I waited. Waited for something new.
