The letter

a fragment

You said: I will always be there for you. 

The last train leaves me on a deserted platform, no late night walkers, not even a dog. Unaware of the spring night I walk the streets over to your house, most people are asleep, no lights in the houses I pass by, only street lamps and their cones of light shining down on the asphalt.

I stand outside your house, look at the windows laying in darkness, not daring to come any closer. I sit on the low wall on the opposite side of the street, looking at your house, it's hidden in the dark.

I'll be there for you, you said.

Suddenly, I get scared, what if you're not there for me. What if you are not there at all, in the house, you promised you would. Be there. 

I'm here, so you have to be, I need you to be there in the house. For me.

It's cold, a cold night in spring. A blue and black sky, dawn is not far away. In an hour the first train rolls from the station, in two hours you get up. 

Author's Note

Another translation from Swedish.
Tell me if something seems off.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Something seems off. Why does someone so beautiful need to chase ghosts?

[Yheela]

Well, that is a question left unanswered, don't know.

[Eloha]

This was more haunting, but with the same power of nostalgia, that I find very pure.

[Yheela]

Thank you, I think it slightly creepy. Stalker-ish, you know. ^_^