Johannes Laitila: You Walked Back Home


It's five a.m., you closed the door. I thought of running after you not to feel alone. All drunk from wine, with watered eyes, I collect the bottles and put them aside.

I tried to see your parting back on my balcony. I'm not supposed to love you. I do anyway.

It's six a.m., I still need you here. I just need to talk and dry these tears. I take a look out on the sea. I need you to know how i feel.

I tried to see you come back on my balcony. I'm not supposed to love you. I do anyway. I tried to see you come back on my balcony. I'm not supposed to love you. I guess I do anyway.

It's two p.m., I just woke up. I feel like shit and have had enough. I hope you'd pick up the phone to call. I'm tired of staring at the walls.