Some time my mind still lingers upon those days
from the past.
Half a day to gather fire woods,
just so we could have enough fuel to warm up a quarter of the house for half an hour.
The colder the weather,
the snugglier our hearts.
Some time I found myself easily loosing track of the time in doing small stuff
Like watching a cat purring inside your arms
or the hands molding Papier-mâché masks
I remember that day when I spent half a day in sharpening a pencil,
just to write a short note to tuck inside the book I borrowed from you
Or that one month I walked 10 miles each morning
just to bring you the freshly made bread from the oven.
Or that Autumn,
I learned how to count stars in the milky galaxy,
trying to find my way back to your heart.