Call of Hope (Dedicated to my cousin)

The sun passing
like if it was never there
You and me
don't keep track of time.

The sea, the jokes the games
It runs away from us

30 days
is all we have
The mamooth
of fun makes it
impossible to
remember

I have to understand
that it's not all
me, but the
fellow grandfathers
that keep you away

Your almost 17 but
the fun is interminable

The 300 days without
you are hopeless
I am a refugee trying to
find someone in my life

I'm to young to stay with
my family

I'm a recluse trying to siege the
darkness within

Filling the boat with the rain
whenever the July comes

The first and last
dove I see
keeps me haunted  till
it comes back

The cousin you have has a
excruciating pain
when the fire catches
, but he can't find the
extinguisher and bring
the buming to a light

The last hug makes me drown
to the water filled with rocks
and no sign of life.

But one sign makes me hold
my breath : I will come back!

As you said
I ate apples around August
. The apples were special,
full of hope.

Now it is that time.
The time to clad in
the suit and go swimming.
Good Bye!