The sound of falling leaves

We all have someone we once knew. We long to know what to do. Rushing and catching every breath, don´t dare to forget. I´m not here on earth to waste, I´ll find my way through the maze. Haunted by midnight questions and your ghost, I don´t think I´ll ever let go. The meaning of life, and the obsession which made me pay the price. It sounds like falling leaves and the weeping wind. It all reminds me of you. I´ll write about you, till I turn blue. A poetry collection about longing, remembering, hurting and dreaming. The short version of the poetry book „Till I turn blue“.