Open a drower.
Just to find a white undershirt, you know, mine are all black!
Open a drower.
Tomorrow I've a job interview, and you're not here
to tell me "Stay calm!
Take a camomile, try to have a good sleep
and you'll see,
everything will be fine!"
Open your drawer.
And see all your clothes,
shirts,
remember when we go shopping
together
questioning because you wanted always dark browns and blacks for you,
but I wanted to see you with bright colours on,
light blue,
coral,
green,
all colorful
like the person you were.
You passed
one month
and
18 days
ago.
And I feel so alone, mum.
I can't remember your sweet smell,
barely I remembe