My heart was left hanging between some stars,
from where hope was snowing,
lonely, towards the surface of the earth.
You were beside me and I was seeing you less and less.
Why did I follow you there?
Why did you leave without me?
These are questions ephemeral as a snowstorm.
I have not asked you where we were going,
nor why the path was no longer visible.
I was watching the expanse of the universe,
waiting for the dawn.
And for you.
I felt the snow flaking toward the abyss.
I heard the morning singing carols,
and I saw rotund little Father Christmases
running around from here and there.
All off a sudden I did not feel you anymore.
I could see you, but you were no longer with me.
As if on purpose,
you have left my heart hanging between stars;
between snowflakes,
you waved to me and called for me to wait.
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