Sounding in her hears.
Walks by the old path to the fields,
theatre every thursday night,
meet in a café in the corner between their work places.
Was just a light wind, a sigh,
a murmur which passed next to her.
So next that she felt that he was holding her cold hand.
It was so light, and even like that, she felt it.
The next step in the rain, did never happened.
She stopped there,
where she had felt him.
It had passed twenty years since the moment he left her.
And she did not want to be alone, again.
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