I cannot forget you.

I came at the edge of the lake where we came to walk. The Weather is cold, the birds flew away, this night it will freeze. The sun slips behind the trees of the forest. Their shades extend on water. I like silence, the cold which arrives. You are not there to speak to me. I feel your presence, like front. As these evenings in the middle of the summer when we came to be posed at the edge of water without speaking, without us to touch. We sought this silence in which we wanted to wrap ourselves to protect us, to divide, us to like. The minutes passed, the hours fled, the night fell. But one wanted to only remain. As this evening when you are not there any more. The shades of the forest lick me the feet. I am refrigerated. I cannot from go away. There is only there that I feel your presence as in this deep past. There is only there that I can fight not to forget you. The sound of your voice is now deformed, the disturbed glare of your eyes. My memories are distorted. I need to hang up again me with our truth. I came at the edge of the lake where we came to walk.  I cannot forget you.