Epilogue

Here fallen leaves will wait,
For you to pass them by.
Remember how we carved those roads
And walked, never stopping?

Here the wind will still,
Mutter your name in wisps.
That is the only song
That you and I taught them…

Here a badly drawn girl,
Will try to paint you;
While all the colours that you touched,
Will try to be free.

Sometimes I shall wait
At the bend, playing hide and seek;
Waiting; so I can lose myself again
In your world, in that forgotten town…