Down from connected trees...

Neues vom Leckfrosch · May 19, 2025 · 3m

The dust on the window pane, a film of fading light, Reflects the empty spaces where laughter burned so bright. The photographs are scattered, faces worn and thin, A silent testament to where we both have been. We stood here hand-in-hand, beneath a sky so vast, Believing every moment, forever meant to last. And time, it crawls and races on, a relentless, hungry tide, That washes at the edges where our two lives used to ride. We row in separate vessels now, the spray stings at my face, And the silence in between us is a cold and hollow space. We're drifting apart, my dear, as gentle as the…