You were ephemeral, evanescent.
Like the winter, here, in Greece, you didn't last long.
You were gone before I even hugged you.
I wanted to hug you so badly, feel your warmth against my skin, hear your heart beat.
I miss you, a lot.
Our late night conversations, your sweet words that echoed in the silence of the night.
Like a buttefly, you left.
Your wings half-broken, you didn't want to stay here until you healed.
Such stubborness, such sadness.
My little black and white butterfly, you won't survive.
I see you sometimes in my dreams.
You are far away, like a mirage you disappear.
And I wake up crying, without knowing why.
Most of the times I cannot remember what I dreamt.
You are ephemeral, you don't stay long.
Like the evanescent light, you dissolve.