Everytime I will hear of Heroes or villains from the English books
I will remember you
And your ubiquitous interest in them
How beautifully you tried making your way through those books
Trying to figure out every possible meaning out of it
Scrapping through the written
And the ones who wrote and were gone
And these are just few things I imagine you must be doing
When you dig your head in those English readers of yours
But I can only imagine
Because my greater chance to see you as a knight in armour
Does not shine enough in the night where I think about you
Still you look to me as a hero lifting his head up
To smile at me , picking up on things I say
And avoiding when I want you to see
Our journey is pretty one sided , I guess
And roses might burn to ashes and ashes to dust
Like all one sided liking that rust
Was it abrupt?
When Emma would have ended
I do not know how you liked that novel
But I guess I am somewhat like her
Did you like her ?
If you did ,you might like me as well !
But who knows
Yet whenever I shall hear of English novels and stories
Ofcourse I will remember you
As a hero lifting his face up from my English book
Wearing a buttoned up coat with a fancy muffler wrapped around your neck
And smiling at me
Silently
With no sound
Everything quite just like it is all written there on the pages
Which one can only feel...