You're missing

Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall

Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all

Everything is everything

Everything is everything

But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair

Papers on the doorsteps, but you're not there

Everything is everything

Everything is everything

Buy you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den

Your house is waiting, your house is waiting

For you to walk in, for you to walk in

But you're missing, you're missing

You're missing, when I shut out the lights

You're missing, when I close my eyes

You're missing, when I see the sunrise

You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright

Will you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I got

Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls

How's everything, everything?

Everyhing, everything

But you're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in Heaven, devil's in the mailbox

I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

(Bruce Springsteen)

Nello 12/11/1956 - 02/08/2007

Te ne sei andato ieri sera, poco prima delle 19.
Non ci sei più, hai perso la gara più importante della tua vita.
Non faccio altro che rivedere il tuo viso dentro quel letto d'ospedale e nel contempo sento ancora la tua risata fragorosa e rumorosa, senza contegno, ad altissimo volume che contagiava tutti quanti.
Ho la mente completamente vuota, tutto è scuro e straziatamente triste.
Mi manchi già adesso...
Non so quante volte ho già scritto e riscritto questo post, non so se rendere pubblico quello che provo, non so più niente. Sono solo triste, tanto triste.