Walking inside a dream

a certain figure inside she is crying

her shadow draws him

convinced she is who he believes.

I found a picture this morning,

walked inside the room

could recall the happy smiles

couldn’t help but cry again.

She spoke of wanting freedom,

I didn’t fit any longer

her words in letters spoke of love

in reality I spoke too soon.

These are the empty spaces today

Those were the memories we made.

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

-for Zelda