Evening

The sky is blue and there are white, orange and rose frazzled clouds.
Because of the sun huge dark blue rain clouds have got a shiny boarder. It reminds me of the sky of old paintings where religious things are shown.
It's dreamful.

I'm thinking of friendship. All the things happened and will happen to me.
I'm thinking of the weekend. Family.

And, of course, I'm thinking of you, I don't know what's up, wheather it's yes or no.
I'm still impressed that you've told me something which you haven't told many people. Yes, I'm proud. Of you, of me.

I don't want to turn the light on because the mood would go away.
It wouldn't say goodbye.
It would just leave.

As you do sometimes.