open investigation

I couldn’t pretend anymore like nothing was happening, months have passed by now since the last time we were together. My mind has gone through the happy and sad moments, through the laughs and long sighs, but I can’t seem to get the feeling back. I’ve walked the old streets, sang along the words, made a toast to us with that sweet and bubbly wine. After all failed I had to face it, my words had gone missing…

As I now live in America, and that is what people here do, I filed a report. The CSI team and a couple reporters were here last night. They found fingerprints in my room and in my heart, a tiny piece of glass that was left behind and a surprisingly large amount of sunshine… I remain hopeful