Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

With a heavy heart I walk away, as I dropped my memories and be reminded of past pleasures.

My heart hungers for a kiss and hug and as the sun sets, I feel a stroke of warmth after rain.

As she left only tears in my eyes, I hunger for arms reaching out. I can only move forward, as I learn to feel the wind in my hair, sense the grass under my feet.

My tears open up my heart for arms reaching out, I walk away with a heavy heart and a mind in the clouds, as I learn to feel loved.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 25/05/2020