The Others

We can't know what's the true felling that the others holding for us, we give them...because we don't have the right to get, no in the time that we love them, and no in the time that we are in need for them, we just keep watching them leaving with despair, we won't ask them for staying or for return, we will understand, by the way that they want us to understand, till we will be near, a time will come, when they will miss us, when we will leave .....to a time and to a place that no one know, they will wait .....a holiday card....a paper with some lovely words, but in this time we won't be near of them, and we won't send them our lovely cards, because really we won't be able to do, just has this time, they will feeling, the time is passing and our memory holds a past without forgotten, people...young...old...they was in our life, we loved them, gave them from our hearts a place, they enjoyed it, we gave them a station...two...maybe more !! we left them behind, and we traveled, we hold others people, a despair mailbox, when we know that they can't wast some few minutes to write something about us like we are doing, poor we are, we should rethink again, till we will find the true people, who really deserve our love, between silence and mute there is a death difference, be careful to don't mute the feeling of people who are around you silencely, for not disappear the love and hope around you.