Why

Why,

I still remind me,

when I'm happy,

when I'm up, in silence,

of good past.

Why,

I still hear your voice,

how beautiful,

it echos in my mind.

I float,

in my toughts,

slowly dancing,

uncoerently,

just like I'm no me.

Why,

even if you are far,

I can feel you here,

in my little room,

that we shared.

Why,

am I thinking this,

thinking of you,

in this present time,

searching old times.

Good, times.

The time we shared,

knowing the future,

but somehow dreaming,

only in present time.

Why,

oh why,

I am happy,

hope you, do too.