Behind the wall, my heart hears the sound of footsteps, a familiar sound comes from the streets, a footfoot, a footfoot, my
breath has lost its way, in my chest, my eyes see a shadow on the wall, the sound of my heart ticking, the sound of its footsteps can sit in my ears, who is there? Whos behind the wall? I see the shadow, maybe I dream that he has returned to me, my last hope , if the one who is lost is found one day, the lock of my heart will be broken with his key, he will bring all the goodness with him, he will put his good hand in my hands.
