It’s cold outside.

A dreamy thought got lost,

once upon a time,

in that tiny, crowded place

between dreams and consciousness.

It kept twitching and spinning

spiraling and kicking

into the door of my memory,

with no apparent answer.

I know I love you, I’m sure I do!

It’s clear and simple

like a Sunday morning!

The perfect kiss

-just like a movie-

The sweet embrace

-just like a dream-

The “yours forever” feeling

-just…-

Just fantasy?

Where are you, love,

when I’m so cold and tired?

Why can’t I breathe

inside your loving arms?

Whom is the place

I keep create’ within me?

A rebel thought set free

here in my weary mind

keeps telling me that you

were never real…Shush!

I simply can’t remember

YOU…

But I know I love you!

I must love you!

I’m sure I do!

How else to go on…

it’s cold inside.